Convert or Die! !

You ask us the reason why
We tell you 'Convert or die! '
We're right and you're wrong
And that is the song
We sing to our God Most High.

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A Question of Meaning

this poem not any meaning
at has this all meaning
this poem has not at
meaning all this poem any
any got at not all
got all this not meaning

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The Point of Dada Poetry

what is the of writing
dada is the poem point
is the of writing dada
point of writing a the
what the point writing dada
poem dada is point of

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P*nis

Your p*nis is very important!
Don't do anything you oughtn't -
They'll make an arrest
Before you have guessed
That your p*nis is very important!

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Spring

Weak lemonade sky
Of the anaemic January sun,
Don't cry!
The thumbnail moon
Says all things die
And winter will be over soon,
The Spring has just begun.

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A Gimmick

gimmick literature this just it's
just is gimmick a this
is not literature it's just
not just a literature this
gimmick just a it's not
this is not literature it's

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Young Moon

The young moon wriggles in the tree,
It's caught in the branches and wants to be free,
I long to give it its liberty,
The young moon wriggles and wants to be free!

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Adolescence

All pimples and pubic hair,
I know you would never dare
Go through those teenage years again;
Too much aggression
And too much pain,
And why would the bastards care?

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Judas

Tired of his endless guilt,
He rode his motorbike to Gethsemane
And went out to strangle Jesus.
Coming home at last, he met his girl
And felt the tender swastika of love.

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Moon Child

You walk alone,
Your clothes are made of saffron
And your face of stone,

With sadness in your eyes,
Your face as pale as shooting stars
When daylight dies,

Gentle in anguish.

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