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CAVE MAN

Cave Man step in
Cave Man steps in with club and
Empty head from the sex joys
Wet women whipping
The dry skin is soften and
Minor scrapes are soothed
Bloody holes of hell are
Slicked up and down
He always cleanses the area
Thoroughly before applying

Like dry cracked condoms
Repackaged and crated for the masses
Far and thin
He felt jell for hours
And now laughs sunlight in his hair
The dream is gone and prick
Peter Pan fled with Batman
While watching test patterns in
Imaginary New York bare flats
Romance with a stone heart
Doug the hole Cave Man fell into
Butt
Only on special events so as to continue
He travels dirt gravel roads
Circles a live concert stage
Not very good lighting then screams
Keep your eye on the road

The geek approaches him with bubblegum face
Don't you have this and what about that
My folks live on the Hill can you help me

Oh happiness it makes me laugh with a
Warm feeling coldness still stands through
Oh happiness what is that
The holes have been burned into my brain
Long before they ever punctured my soul

Shit green rivers flow to slowly for
Paddle boats said Cave Man swimming to
The poor Indian girl who makes
His leather bangles out of excrement
Placed on the grave of someone who died
August seventh Wednesday morning

Cave Man steps in and kills reader
Clubbed to death at the corner where the
New seven eleven is
Cave Man won and still wins
Cave Man steps in

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