Cult of the Dead Cow 045

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Cult of the Dead Cow

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                                 BEAMING DREAM 

                                    a poem 

                               by Tequila Willy 

                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< 
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- 
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                                The color green, 
                                 has been seen, 
                                  upon a green 
                                 and gangreened 
                                     spleen. 
                             Who'd think I'd dream, 
                                    in mean, 
                                  about a lean 
                                      teen, 
                                 who was weened 
                                   on a bean, 
                                 inside a cream 
                                    machine, 
                                    careening 
                                     a green 
                                 and gangreened 
                                     spleen? 
                                 "Not I," beemed 
                                    the dean, 
                                  at the scene, 
                       who was dressed in a designer jean. 
                                      Keen 
                                  was the jean 
                                worn by the clean 
                                      dean 
                                  at the scene. 
                               "What do you mean?" 
                                I asked the keen, 
                                     clean, 
                                     jeaning 
                                      dean. 
                          "I did not think you'd dream, 
                                    in mean, 
                                  about a lean 
                                      teen, 
                                 who was weened 
                                   on a bean, 
                             inside a cream machine, 
                                    careening 
                                     a green 
                                 and gangreened 
                                    spleen." 
                                    The keen, 
                                     clean, 
                                      dean, 
                       who was dressed in a designer jean, 
                             made me think, in mean, 
                                 about my dream. 
                                    The lean 
                                      teen 
                             later married the queen 
                              in the land of Zean. 

 

    Now that your mind has been molested with that moving piece of cDc poetry, 
I must be off; I have an anti-gravity machine to finish. 

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