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Luge

from The Easy Thing by New People

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Soak along a filling place
I won’t believe I’ve lost a face
I’m hardly here; I’m hardly me
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be

I’m feeling soft, I’m looking long
I’ve set my chest to breathing strong.
I’ve got the game; I’ve got the balls
I’m fiction streaking through the halls

A bell and chain, a tube of fish
A portion of a fleeting wish
I only leave; I’m plentitude
I won’t depress the general mood.

Build a tune, a better place
In front of us, in future space
I’m half a light bulb, stuck in mud
I’m bleeding bleach; I’m stealing cud

Only loss upon my knee
Holding out for entropy.
I’m creamy smooth, a pudding cake
I don’t believe I’ve got to ache

I’m simple now but wasn’t then
I got myself a smaller pen
I’ve dreamt me big but bore me out
I’m small enough to pan me out

To pleasing me and feeling time
And one more long, obnoxious rhyme
Did you come too when fondness kills?
And far-fetched spinning spanking frills.

I’m half past four till never six
And drunk with lust for missing chicks
And creature flavors still in mind
And screaming here on my behind

I’m only love and that is all
So why don’t we smoke alcohol and luge?

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from The Easy Thing, released December 1, 2008
Written by Mark Linsenmayer

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