Makes me hope Jesus soon lowers the Boom.
Goodness sake, let's hope the sun blows its fuse,
or God shows everything -- just to amuse.
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Wet Dream on Main Street
Imagine wild-ass bands marching through rain
pouring down so hard they're in flood canoes
and one stomp away from oblivion.
Celebrating St. Something Day, mad ghouls
in their minds up to their chins in chowdah,
no Noah, no major domo here, reef
snorkelers and money porkelers deep
in the grasp of the drowning day's power.
Well that dream beats thinking bout what we've done
to the moonlight once distilled in her eyes,
memory we were wont to idolize --
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