Exert from “Oh the People You’ll Meet”
There’ll be Olks Tolks and Molks
Some Olks will plant trees
Some Tolks will be fab,
But of all of these folks
The Molks are the oddest
They never get a cab,
Which makes them the saddest
Exerts from Untitled Manuscripts:
And when you parents go out
You can kick and you can shout
But uncle Billy comes over
And talks and talks about Trout.
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One day you’ll be driving
And you’ll hear a loud pop
And something will feel odd
So you’ll pull off and you’ll stop
And then you’ll discover
That you’re tire is flat
As flat as your Ex-wife was fat.
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Your sister might hit you, and you mother might yell
This monthly occurrence could seem just like hell
When they throw tantrums, and fits and bricks at the wall
It might be wise for you and your father to go off to the mall.
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In the big wide world
Of lefts and rights and ups and downs
Your dreams might melt away
And leave you wearing mostly frowns.
But you, don’t worry
Just pack you bags and walk away.
And go to Vegas for the day
For the week or the month, or to stay!
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One day you will party
And party and party
You might dance
And you might sing
On table tops or
In a wrestling ring.
But I hope you learn
I hope you find out
That one day, your liver
It might just give out
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