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Rock Must Pass

	
	Mick Bowie Mellonhead whatza whozits,
	you know his name.
	The guy!
	The one with the skinny legs;
	enlarged  pores.
	C'mon, you know him,
	the guy from gym class,
	crying in the corner.

	Remember?
	His mother's sins.
	You know of whom I speak.

	God called upon him to manifest
	his exterior...
	to scream,
	to howl.

	Rage on ,that crazy feeling.
	A psycho sexual Prom night
	for all to behold.

	Mystify.
	For cryin' out loud in the Gym,
			no redemption.
 

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