All behold the spectacle
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A fleshy limbless rectangle
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Sitting on a pedestal
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So nasal handicapable
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Sniff and remember silver ball
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Contortions that he can't recall
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The torso on a trampoline
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The happiness melts into dream
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To talk is an enunciated sneeze
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To taste is some foul air to breathe
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One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
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He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
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And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
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His twitching brain can dance within
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Gyrating more like gelatin
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A secret means of ecstasy
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Acute and very olfactory
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To see is colors crawling in the nose
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To hear is stinking highs and lows
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He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
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With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
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Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
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Smell, Sweat, Movement.
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Everyone's dancing.
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Disco.
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Dimple.
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Fading. Darker.
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A subtle fragrance.
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Faint.
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Everyone's dancing without him.
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Where did it go?
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Dark.
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Odorless.
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Nothing.
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Travolta (Quote Unquote)
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Mr. Bungle |