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Glorious pompadours;
Gorgeous George
Is on his last LSD trip
Until he dies.

Mommies have been forced
To stay home again,
And take responsibility
For their Gene Autries.

Don’t think too much about what’s coming.
You’ll get to Heaven because you are
Already there.
Note that the Earth is one of the
Heavenly bodies,
And the melting Pot of universal life.

Sterilization has proven to be more rational
Than abortion.
Germ warfare is subsiding,
And India is looking into the genocide of
Eleven million Anglo-Saxon cows.

Once again,
Nick China has been caught
Proposing a toast to God
And twelve angels born of truth
And a couple of catchy tunes.

Rapid thought after rapid prophecy
Through excruciating pain;
The Red Alert Migraine has caused
Nicky to take off his Capricorn gloves.
Random thought selects the mighty
Lighted cross to cease to be boss.

“Life, itself, is God,”
The more mighty Sparrow (numbering five),
Sings most slowly
So everyone can eventually know
That Nick China fibbed
When he said he did not foresee
Any new personal writing righting
In the foreseeable future.

Mary & James Alsip,
Sal Rainone,
Dennis James Gipson,
Dane Mygind,
Bonnie K. Rhodes,
Fred Kuhn –
Have left their orbits.

Michael McHugh is spinning around;
Will he salvage America?

Steve Ronsen is taking off,
But he is still in sight.
John Collins is stalking a new docking.
John Kaniecki struggles with genius.

Sweet Annie,
The Galaxy Gal,
Has already proven that life
Is no Meir consolation,
And is Salvation itself.

Sacred Sharon remains proud,
But totally gone for the better;
Things just got too worse.

Darling Dora is no darling — never was.

Alla, the most devoted,
Remains God’s instrument –
No matter what or when
Or who or where
You call God –
For the triumph of
Nick China’s essence,
Which has just soared
Once and for all.

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Creepy Weepy sights Beepie Janie
And 1000 silver nuns
Who are unfortunately too
Busy to greet the dying dawn.

It’s a toss-up as to whether
This is a good or bad
Turn of events.

My Lord may not be your God,
But that’s nothing to fight over.
Hex the jinx,
And call for Devil
No more.
No more tempting contracts
For your success story.

666.