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I WILL HAVE THE FILET OF HUMAN SOUL BUT DON’T USE ANY                                                                              
                                     BUTTER, OIL, OR MARGARINE PLEASE 
You seem as if you ran a half minute mile
now I suggest the bathroom floor of porcelain and tile
It just makes this all seem so much more illicit
Down on the tie to shoot something of which you’ll enjoy every  bit
Now squat, lay down, squat and or sit
Just get ready to experience some almost pure s**t
You’ll need all the accouterments for my classification and kind
You’ll require a lack of sense and your eyes be they blind 
Because in about a moment from now you’ll be swearing to a neon cloud
That everything is for free and only good behavior ‘tis allowed
Now hand me that spike over there, please my dear
Okay, simply relax and give no significant power to the fear
Now hand me the syringe and slip on a brave face
And prepare thyself to be in Jesus Of Nazareth’s embrace 
Cook the dope until you see it melt
And the first time is difficult to describe how heavenly it felt
Momentarily you will, if a Christian, swear you see His face 
With all His magic, sorcery and a sexy chick in a bikini to add a touch of grace
Okay, easy babe, I’m just going to gently tap it in your armpit
And see honey, I push the plunger so you can savor the s**t
Now watch this my sweet , I pull up the plunger and blood rushes back  to the top
That’s called “booting, I call it a waste, and by the by, I never heard you say “the word stop”
But have no fear, ‘tis not the cause nor blame which be relegated to angels of sin
For this is a land called anywhere you want it to be on a map
Here honey, rest your head upon my lap
And always remember that first gentle tap
For all this glory is only for you and greatly to your benefit
Now squeeze out the words “I love you and that god damned s**t”

And that’s when I begin to indoctrinate them into a life of crime
Only when they escape I realize they’re no longer mine
Man, I do this to desperate little girls all the f*****g time
And suddenly under a hot steamy Sicilian sun they’ll stomp on grapes for me were I to flash a silent sign

And dig this dude, some I can alter, others hit the highway when they eventually get smart
And the ones with more than a room temperature I.Q. know I don’t actually own their heart
Yet on the whole
I do own quite a few now sordid sister’s  of soul
                © ~2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
and by the way,poetry or not....vienna has been wiped off the map
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