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    Travolta - Mr Bungle

    All behold the spectacle
    A fleshy limbless rectangle
    Sitting on a pedestal
    So nasal handicapable

    Sniff and remember silver ball
    Contortions that he can't recall
    The torso on a trampoline
    The happiness melts into dream

    To talk is an enunciated sneeze
    To taste is some foul air to breathe

    One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
    He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
    And he fucks himself as he fucks the world

    His twitching brain can dance within
    Gyrating more like gelatin
    A secret means of ecstasy
    Acute and very olfactory

    To see is colors crawling in the nose
    To hear is stinking highs and lows

    He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away

    With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
    Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta

    Smell, Sweat, Movement.
    Everyone's dancing.
    Disco.
    Dimple.
    Fading. Darker.
    A subtle fragrance.
    Faint.
    Everyone's dancing without him.
    Where did it go?
    Dark.
    Odorless.
    Nothing.

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