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Pure Poetry
I Feel Better Than James Brown
When we were in love
I preteneded that you didn't exist
That way, I loved you more.
You suggested that we get married and move into a house.
I suggested that we jump overboard and live in the lost city of Atlantis
Where mermaids sing
And dolphins in tuxedos serve you breakfast
One year later I was transfered to the moon
Worse pay, better hours.
One year later I was transfered to the moon
Worse pay, better fellow workers.
I was attending Mardi Gras with Fedel Castro
Boxom crossdressers threw fake gold coins at our feet as we discussed the fate of the revolution
Suddenly, CIA men in bikinnis tried to stab us with fountain pens
Fidel blew mustard gas out of his cigar and immoblized the situation
19 tequillas later we had a deal
Havanna goes back to the mob and Fidel and I open a chain of Kentucky Fried Chicken shopas.
An't life sweet
I feel better than James Brown
I feel better now
how do you feel?
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