or should I start at the other end and work my way up?
.
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a wedge is useful
until it becomes a wedgie
then a painful tugging tends to cause chafing
and what was once thought attractive, now
turns to a dream of badness, longing for a kick
to start pushing you on toward a better place
perhaps one where the eye doctor, will look
and politely inform you, that you should not have
stuck that in there and this is going to hurt you,
more than I care to tell you and the beauty
of the pain, is where the smiles collapse
and in four part harmony, the quintet sings
a capella, silencing the last voice before
it has a chance to share the good news
congratulations, it's not a boy, it's an illness
tempered and trained to eat at you,
one aortic valve at a time, until you are
a heartless son of a b*tch, with a hair triggered
itchy finger and by golly, you feel like scratching,
and I can clearly hear two Buffalo gals
in a distant vinyl wasteland, with Mr. Mclaren
asking me...do you feel like scratchin'?
well do ya' punk?
.
.
.
.
a wedge is useful
until it becomes a wedgie
then a painful tugging tends to cause chafing
and what was once thought attractive, now
turns to a dream of badness, longing for a kick
to start pushing you on toward a better place
perhaps one where the eye doctor, will look
and politely inform you, that you should not have
stuck that in there and this is going to hurt you,
more than I care to tell you and the beauty
of the pain, is where the smiles collapse
and in four part harmony, the quintet sings
a capella, silencing the last voice before
it has a chance to share the good news
congratulations, it's not a boy, it's an illness
tempered and trained to eat at you,
one aortic valve at a time, until you are
a heartless son of a b*tch, with a hair triggered
itchy finger and by golly, you feel like scratching,
and I can clearly hear two Buffalo gals
in a distant vinyl wasteland, with Mr. Mclaren
asking me...do you feel like scratchin'?
well do ya' punk?
.
.