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Tiny bits of literary poetical pearls penned by Zappa:

Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because it's so grand
They best just stay away
Hey, hey, hey

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looks to me like something funny is going on around here,
people laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin' entirely too much for their beer

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that's what happens when you don't read you loose your link to higher thinking

And if you don't know by now,
The truth of what I'm tellin' you,
Then, surely I have failed somehow—
Surely I have failed somehow
Surely I have failed somehow

And Jesus will think I'm a jerk, just like you—
If you let those TV Preachers
Make a monkey out of you!

I said:
"Jesus will think you're a jerk"
And it would be true!

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I know someday I will never,
I'll never go out on the road again, oh, yeah . . .
I know someday I will never,
I ain't gonna roam the countryside
No more
I'm gonna hang up them ol' Holiday Inns, yeah
And heal my knees up,
From when I was doin' it on the floor

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I'll take a drive to BEVERLY HILLS
Just before dawn
An' knock the little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone
Before they get up
I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn
Down in the dew

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That's not a poem, it's rhyming couplets and very much like a limerick. Have you ever read any poetry that doesn't involve naked teenage ladyboys.

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Again, not a poem dickfart.

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Someone here obviously has a very shallow concept of what poetry is...

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Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch
You ugly son of a bitch,
Fuck me, you ugly son of a bitch,
You ugly son of a bitch,
Stick it out,
Stick out your hot curly weenie,
Stick it out,
Stick out your hot curly weenie,
Weenie, weenie, weenie, weenie,
Make it go fast,
In and out,
Make it go fast,
In and out,
Until it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts,
FIRE!
FIRE!

I'm not sure, but I think he did this one in iambic pentameter or something.

"L.A. Night Piece" by Vincent Beldon (aka FZ)

Three vatos:
Fantastic hair
Cuffless khakis
Many-thins belts . . .
They still remember Johnny Ace . . .
Fat wallets:
Clippings about Little Julian Herrera's trial
Canvas bags:
King Konk jars
A warm can of A.B.C.
Dirty underwear
A rosary
A dozen Trojans
Three joints in a Luckies pack with no cellophane



http://globalia.net/donlope/fz/notes/LA_Night_Piece.html

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Here they are, the brokenhearted
The incomplete women with no assholes
They've never farted.



For bonus points: From which two tracks does the above borrow?

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Something about this always struck me as really clever:

Went to buy some cheap detergent
some emergent
nation got my load

A lot of Frank's vocal songs contain some seriously imaginative turns of phrase, considering that he referred to his own lyrics as "stupid." That opinion is dashed by "Pygmy Twylyte" alone. And then there's the stuff that's cathartic (I can't think of a less faggy word at the moment) because nobody else has ever sung it, so you're glad someone, at least, has inflicted it on many listeners:

Ever tell your kids
you're glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em?
Ever let 'em watch you drink?

oh cool, you opted for the word faggy
AND used it to discredit the word cathartic.

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that's what happens when you don't read you loose your link to higher thinking

Good lyrics you've got there!

Whatever you do, don't ask him to hum a few bars!

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You're probably wondering why I'm here
(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)

meh.
looking back... i find them to be quite dikey.

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Good point. Dikes can't rhyme.

ah, i love an old proverb!

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that's what happens when you don't read you loose your link to higher thinking