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Death by Funhouse

A three-year-old on the telephone said, 

‘I’ve ordered my Big Brother pizza, let us 

Kneel in the doorway and wait for pizza.’ 

 

A three-year-old on the telephone said, 

‘I’ve ordered my Big Brother pizza, let us 

Kneel in the doorway and wait for pizza.’ 

 

We slaughtered 3600 pigs today, 

Then punched-out for an afterwork party, 

Before we punched-in again.  Horey! 

 

I’m hungry for some bread, give me $20. 

I’m hungry for some butter, give me $20. 

I’m hungry for something I’ll never know. 

 

All the while we sing, dance and laugh, 

Only in dreams, I’m hungry give me $20. 

But we do not know what we are, I say. 

 

And a man with a machine-gun swings-in 

From stage left, to spread Christmas joy, 

From man to man, then boy to boy, a toy. 

 

For there are realms of sorrow today 

And tomorrow; and only in death will 

Our cold bodies know what’s best for us. 

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