Future Scenario
Just to make sure we all think the same things,
As grateful for Freedom as puppets on strings,
The State will ensure that each clockwork brain
Is simple and stupid and helplessly sane.
This is the future where we all belong
And nobody thinks that there's anything wrong.
(Should anyone differ they'll suffer such pain
That they'll never try having OPINIONS again!)
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To Dr X.
I'm getting a little paranoid
At the way you interpret my dreams,
Accusing me of sexy schemes
With all the cunning of a drunk psychiatrist
Who beats his children
'Cos he never gets kissed.
I'm getting rather annoyed -
You tell me not to smoke but to take my pills -
Is this how you get your thrills?
To hell with you and Sigmund Freud
I'm going out to get pissed! !
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Ban the Grand National! !
'What's wrong with a little fun?
Betting on the horses and seeing them run? '
'It's hard to be rational
About the Grand National,
But will somebody tell me why
So few people object when the horses die?
Am I just a fool
In thinking it cruel? '
'Don't worry, my friend,
It isn't the end!
Why feel such remorse,
It's ONLY A HORSE,
And only a spoilsport would cry! '
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Advice to a Pale Lover
Never speak the word, give love a name
And lose her friendship. Move in rings
Around each other, never close,
And talk of this and that, and laugh at trivial things.
Never speak the word, give love a name.
It isn't in the game to show you care:
Those words of of love and tenderness
Are unacceptable. Yours the blame
One day to face your solitude and quietly despair.
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Bar Girl Blues
Although our little flirtation doesn't amount to much
I'd like to think you really care,
But if you do you needn't worry I'd do anything about it,
I wouldn't dare!
Of the difference in our age and attitudes
I'm well aware,
I'm just an old fool at the end of the day,
Given to drink and despair,
You're young enough to be my daughter
And it simply wouldn't be fair!
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Complaint about Certain Feminists
Beware of the dildo fascists,
They'll cut your balls off if they can,
They'll criticize and ridicule you
Just because you are a man.
They've got a chip on their shoulder
And say you are a worm,
But if they want more women,
By God, they need your sperm!
So do not say you're sorry
Just because you are a male,
And do not even worry -
Without you they would fail!
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Fat Girl, Thin Boy
He says:
My corpulent mistress, refreshingly fat,
Who loves me as much as her Siamese cat,
Maintains she prefers to have a thin lover,
Whose skeletal frame is absorbed in her blubber.
She says:
My skeletal boyfriend, ever so thin,
As slender, I tell you, as needle or pin,
May cause me, I fear, a measure of trouble,
When, with a sharp pr*ck, he bursts my bubble!
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Batter My Buttocks
Batter my buttocks and b*gger me badly,
Beat me and bruise me and make my bum sore! !
I know an old sailor who'll do it quite gladly
But he's not the sweet lady whose hands I adore,
She'll do anything and I love her so madly,
She'll torture and wound me till I cry out for more! !
The trouble with this, I admit to you sadly,
Is she charges a lot and I am quite poor! !
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Govt. Health Warning.
'I'm terrified of cheese, ' he said,
'And rather scared of hats, '
'The cheese will make me sneeze,
You see, and hats just drive me bats! '
The doctor gave a little smile,
'I've news for you! ' he said,
'Tonight you'll eat some Irish stew,
Tomorrow you'll be dead! '
'Beware of gorgonzola!
Beware of Danish Blue!
Beware of wearing hats at all!
Beware of Irish stew! '
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Born Again?
Yippee!
I'm free!
I don't agree
With the contrite heart
And the bended knee!
I'm throwing off the religious fetters
Of the folks who thought they were my betters:
Morality is a disease
So I'm doing just whatever I please:
I've had enough of cautious talk,
It's time to run and not to walk!
Yippee!
I'm free!
I don't agree
With the contrite heart
And the bended knee!
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