A poem as lovely as a tree! (The Log Lady)
Check, check, 1, 2, testing
Can you hear me cry
Come on baby
Tell all the people that you see
It’s just me
Follow me down
Stop the things you do
Watch out, I ain’t lying
The tears are real
I just wanna say this is my way
Of telling you everything
I could never say before
I’ve always felt comfortable in front of a camera
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
I don’t care if you don’t want me
I’m yours right now
I always want to think of myself as an underdog
Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me
Won’t you help me
I feel like I’m slipping away
My-wow-oh-yeah
I drive a rolls royce because it’s good for my voice
I have very good executives and great children
They’re very good
Metal Guru is it you?
Fancy that, fancy this: Horizontal twist — Fry him, try him, do or die him — Bring him home
where you can tie him — Hide him, pie him, slide him, buy him — Get a room where you can ride him
I’m not gonna give you a question.
You are fake news. It’s all fake news.
It did not happen.
It’s phony stuff.
Witch hunt.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Quiet.
(Clemens Posch)

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