Don't believe the preacherman!
Dooa Doob, Boca Smole
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What if the switch
flips, than you're done
what if nothing exists
you exit, then you're numb
what if you're dumb
foolishly thinking
the next time you come
you won't do so much drinking
what if the linking
is one time only
would you still be sinking
following holy
rolie-polie
clergy people
bowing cowering
to sturdy steeples
made to bleed you
of all you are
would you still reach for Heaven
if it only held stars
would you rot in a bar
and wait to be high
if you knew from the start
there is only one try
would you just sit and cry
thinking that Jesus
died and stayed dead
would you still suck His penis
would you be a genius
believing in you
would death make you so squeemish
if that's just what we do
no continue
no more quarters
bone and sinew
reduced to short orders
what if our "re-use"
is the best fertilizer
locked up in coffins
with air sanitizer
what if the prize you're
thinking you're getting
is this one wild ride
a blur where you're sitting
what if you're betting
the next time around
you'll have much better bedding
when you lay on the ground
you'll no longer frown
move from your town
you'll change your whole setting
netting you mounds
of cash, your crown
will last, like pounds
of fat on the ass
of your mom, smashing down
you'll bask in the sound
of constant applause
you'll be a what
not a never was
what if because
you're just waiting to die
a life full of love
just passes you by
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