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Electricity
Imagine a potato with long red hair,
It would look just like two firefighters,
Fighting over something interesting,
Like who has the tightest anus.
These thoughts make the lord Dracula,
Sweat literally buckets full of wet salt,
Which he uses to quench the thirst,
Of local network news broadcasters.
God's son's fender stratocaster makes use,
Of thousands of volts of electricity,
A fact that has especially become apparent,
Since the dawn of gay turnips.
Only a huge ammount of grey fuzz eradicates,
The smelly laughter that floods my ears when,
Unbeknownst to empty glasses and duck's cunts,
I walk like a cullinder in green graveyards.
Four footballers were told to remove socks,
From seven different sets of large pipes,
So that the rest of the oak tree,
Could grow enough nipples for the world to feed on.
Either a skirt or very very sweet calf,
Is the dish of choice for keyboards,
And is usually followed up by a large cigar,
Or one single appetizing question mark.
The last stanza is amazing because it resembles,
A zombified, dishwashing Sigmund Freud,
A.K.A the look of despair on the painted face,
Of a fat smelly old clown with only one leg.
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most amazing thing in teh WURLDZ!!11!
