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Date Posted: 10:29:15 07/01/01 Sun
Author: shade
Author Host/IP: 207.193.33.112
Subject: cut it out (i'm in the cut-out bin)

The holes in my head
Mean I'm not for sale
The slit in my face
Is my mouth unveiled

Plug up my ears
And it's fifty bucks
Seal my mouth
It's worth more than all of us

I'm on the cut-out rack
For you, for ninety-nine cents
You'll pass me over
For the $10 stack

I see how you are
You're sophisticated, artsy
You don't want to be seen
With a cheap-ass Pop-Tartsy

I remember the days of vinyl
When the corner would be sheared
My life was an open book
It was most-always dog-eared

I'm worth a lot more
Without eyes, ears or nostrils
A faceless man with a body
To give you some thrills

I know women's dreams
I'm a blind fly on the wall
In the women's toilet
That restaurant in the mall

But since I'm a man
I question what you do
I hear giggles and gossip
What else do you pursue?

If a man says,
"Hey, let's go to the can,"
The next thing you know
It burns to piss, you're waving fans

Mercy, mercy, it's hot in here
Though it's really not
Scarlet O'Hara seems more dear

I just don't get it
You go to the bathroom together
That's why a man's fantasy
Is two of you in the bed there

You plant the seed
With your mysterious ways
We sit back at the table
Speculating you're gay

We're talking sports
Rock and roll, and the weather
You're talking ???????
We're planning menage a troi together

The holes in my head
Mean I'm not for sale
Or you'll get me cheap
Then you'll send me to jail

You don't want a man
You want a machine
It's called Eroscillator
You know what I mean

Don't give me back talk
You just us shit
That's why I have a boat
Called the Lonely Beatnik

I sail alone
With a puppy and radio
Hoping the music box
Will get wet and shock me

Women make the world go 'round
I've heard it said in songs
I investigated for myself
I found Burt Bacharach was wrong

Plug up my ears
I'm worth a hundred bucks
Seal my mouth
I'm worth more than all of us

(dedicated to Peggy, whom I predict will be the only one who likes this).

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