meercats, mere dogs, horseflesh pioneers,
Death of Archbishop Ferdinand Magellan,
explorer of the slimy pasts
we find only in the bottoms of soup cans,
the type of Bottoms you find when you
turn 'em over and cut 'em out
and all you've got is goosepimples
and a trembling chest,
no bones, just meat
and greet a greek
and speak
only words of wisdom, never prayer,
never loose catechisms,
dig your fingers upward
it goes forever
don't mind the stalagmites and spiders
it's just an ol' pussy 'ole
don'tcha
don'tcha wanna
wanna see it
don'tcha?
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