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Ah, The Wide Missouri Dwellers on the bluff Across The Wide Missouri Never enough No Never enough Whip-poor-will Whip-poor-will Scissoring high in the trees A beating would do me a world of good Sneakin' by Sneakin' by I am down on my knees A beating would do me a world of good I took it from Saxon I took it from Dad I took it from Fat Johnny Friendly From 3 vigilantes I took if for Wild One And the for my sin I took it from Lizabeth again and again Ah, The Wide Missouri Dwellers on the bluff Across The Wide Missouri Never enough No Never enough Whip-poor-will Whip-poor-will Scissoring high in the trees A beating would do me a world of good Sneakin' by Sneakin' by I am down on my knees A beating would do me A beating would do me

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 11, 2025

She's hidden her babies away Their soft, gummy smiles won't be gilding the menu The deer fly, the sand fly the tsetse can't find them The goon from the Stasi is left far behind them Their delicate derma won't witness a ray She's hidden her babies away She's hidden her babies away No "Raindrops on roses" "Whiskers on kittens" They refuse to be blinded by Rubens or Poussin They'll hardly be boarding the 12:10 to Tucson Is she shaking them hard in dry run cabaret? She's hidden her babies away Ho,Ho,watenay Ho,Ho,watenay Ho,Ho,watenay I'm closing in I'm closing in She's hidden her babies away And why bring them out with no shelter on offer The nurseries and creches are heaving with lush lice Bubonic, blue-blankets, run ragged with church mice The Havana has died in the clam-shell ashtray She's hidden her babies away She's hidden her babies away From posed, high, pelvic bridges Pearly bone mountain ridges No hiccupy silence to finger their traces No colicky moon shines bright pain on their faces She has slipped through the dark like a mother moray She's hidden her babies away Ho,Ho,watenay Ho,Ho,watenay Ho,Ho,watenay I'm closing in I'm closing in I've come searching, from far and away A r-e-a-c-h-i-n-g,L-o-n-g-A-r-m-e-d vet ape feeling hard for a breech birth I gaze up at the night at the asterisk's blazing, till they straighten, and like tiny spines, fall to earth I bite down on this, as I dance and I pray She's hidden her babies away

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Fire-ant-necklace Bump the beaky Watch-garroted Bump the beaky Bliaut-besotted Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Woke Nailed to cross Bump the beaky Could not give toss Bump the beaky Did not feel loss Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Miss the trees? Won't Miss the trees Miss the bees? Won't Miss the bees The Leapin' like a River Dancer's nuts The S-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g like a tapir noshers phut Miss the wind? So?... No banners snapping Miss the ashes? We grabbed Wednesday Miss the sun? Red, then orange, the yellow, then white Red, then orange, the yellow, then white Quilt of corpses Bump the beaky Peal no pitch drop Bump the beaky Make the swab mop Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Sagebrush Saladen Bump the beaky Ramshorn punch-perm Bump the beaky Where no worm squirm Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Keep, movin' on Keep, movin' on Keep, movin' on Keep, movin' on Custodiunt migremus Custodiunt migremus Custodiunt migremus Custodiunt migremus Raris dolor Bump the beaky Inquietum dolor Bump the beaky Peccatrice dolor Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky What if not her Shove the moolight Leave us (Nite-nite) Bump the beaky Bump the beaky Bump the beaky

Red, blade points knife the air All night he sees it Constellating his thought Acne on a leper Red, blade points disappear Sets it's blackness glistening Curling and winding through grip mangled fingers Bristling and glittering No Nothing else lingers Gleam away little brute Gleam away Gleam away little brute Gleam away As if, after waving Capon claws over ashes, A single talon should lower- and silently plow, he carves the ghost mascot the length of his skin Stilettoed without interruption The body including the face On a bed in the dark, without interruption He imagines he feels it tugging and cinching, hears it rustling and rising, the naked intaglio- lifting free of its flesh, silently prowling from window to window There is No Nothing else There is No Nothing else Flip was a charmer and so was I Zip was a devil and so was I Can't afford, but bescumber, our spunk-stiffened -tresses as we stroll in the glut trimmed in frilly and furs Tell us apart, we can never die Tell us apart, we can never die Fluffed and the fluffer, fluffing goodbye Arm and arm Arm and arm in our feathers and blood Choo-Choo Choo-Choo, Mama Cursing the rummy cluck Choo-Choo Choo-Choo, Mama How do you lose your luck? Choo-Choo Choo-Choo, Mama, In the dark lopping off all interruption, How do you lose your luck? How do you lose your luck? Red, blade points knife the air All night he sees it Constellating his thought Acne on a leper

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 11, 2025

Tonight my assistant will pass among you His cap will be empty Hey non-e non-e The most intimate personal choices and requests central to your personal dignity will be sung Hey non-e non-e Why don't minstrels go from house to house howling songs the way they used to? In vain I bind another foot In vain and now the other foot LULLABY LA LA You can tell My sweet little darling My comfort and joy LULLABY LA LA You can tell In beauty surpassing are prince's of Troy Some are born to it You can tell Some are made to do it Some allowed When I LULLABY LA LA LULLABY LA LA Tonight my assistant will hear the canals of Mars His cap will be empty Hey non-e non-e The most intimate personal choices and requests central to your personal dignity will be sung Hey non-e non-e Why don't painters paint their cloudy spines chiaroscuro the way they used to? In vain I douse another lamp In vain and now another lamp LULLABY LA LA You can tell My sweet little darling my comfort and joy LULLABY LA LA You can tell In beauty surpassing are prince's of Troy Some are born to it You can tell Some are made to do it Some allowed When I LULLABY LA LA LULLABY LA LA Tonight my assistant will pass among you His cap will be empty The most intimate personal choices and requests central to your personal autonomy will be sung