House of Paine

this daddy's boy fell not far from the tree

when thoughts of my departed   father
cross my mind
nothing makes me glow like
his dire economic forecasts

"there'll be a terrible inflation

and then....a terrible deflation..."

 add  a  pixie  smile for this last one 

" and oh will there  be 
       a wailing and a gnashing of teeth"

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   if my   pop's  deepest wishes 
                         were horses
      the  market gods
               would be
                    for ever 
              sadistically
              working  the price bellows
                   blowing  disasterous  
                              gusts 
                             thru the people
                                      of commerce

        and with out discrimination
          whip sawing  
          both  profit  supplicants 
            and non supplicants alike ...




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 okay pink ..but 
        where in fuck are u   going with this ???

well 
  i share my father's 
    unshakeable 
             light hearted   sense
                 of 
              impending  
                    and 
                      righteous 
                            human sacrifice 

its hard not to cry out
every time the sense of it invests me ....

  but i restrain myaelf...

mostly  

  except when its just too fine
               too thirst making 
            to be gainsayed by prudence  
                    
                    as now

           so  hold on cause 
                     once again 
             i've heard the distant roll of thunder.....       
            
       yes
           once agin
            i'm   predicting
             the  bush white house 
                    is about to  kick
                        dick fuckin  cheney 
                                    to the curb 

yup
    that fucking neckless  humpty dumpty   
              will   finally  crack wide 
                                        open   
                                and  poach
                            in a  scalding vat 
                                  of
                                    foaming water                    
                                 right before our television  eyes   

                 what's more 
                      i'll also bet u  ....

                 the bit  goes  down
                            well  before 
                                YOU EAT YOUR 
                                      EASTER SUNDAY ROAST  

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  sure you laff..

i would too 

 after all
  how many times 
 have  I 
        predicted this  ???

by my count 
          this makes  four 

                               four times 

and
      the rules are  pretty clear  ...

after three  wiffs 

U shut up 
          and
              sIt down

          stuck a  thumb up your  ass
   and grab some bench  pine  ..right ???


well  
   my last one  was..
               a foul tip

i got a piece of it ......

as in :

"if only kerry had won ...."


aaahhhh
if oughts were izzes 

so the  ump 
 cut me a brake

since 
 i got a small 
 piece of the truth 
             a small "   modal " piece of the truth 
  "foul ball"
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but  listen fellahs
        this time......this time
                 i got the mojo 

after all 
 raining  rabbit shit
come on  
and i mean forget
 
even  passing on that boozed up
                   elmer fuddery 
                 with the  93 year old 
                      cactus shyster

it don't end   
 
 whats todays ??

 oh ya  the outing of
 hidden  'libby    go fuck her '  e mails

finally 
finally
we're runnin the table here on the chainman

  he's goin down 
no matter what 

         we got  that  prissy saddle mouth's 
                              nuts in the vice 
he's stayin in the cross hairs

 pow pink bop 
 the gauntlet is underway

   the end is near

now they simply won't stop 

 it'll just keep comin

   yes sireeee
 
              its night on bald mountain time..

                     for that fuckin  high plains  chimera 
                                          
                

i'm right this time.....bank it 

 i feel it in my fuckin  knees even 


  this time

this this time

   the poundding won't stop

this time 
i'm not wiffin

this time 
    
       the fat of the fuckin  bat 
                 is goin   right into 
                           the fuckin      
                             belly of that monster 

             thhh-wombmmmm-fffffffff 



               "   bye bye..............
                                    CHEEEEENEY "