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Scatology 101: Those dirty scunspunsules

The Pie Girl, on the corner of the bag, laughs at rave Confections of North America Stare her in the eye It's all her fault All of my life's failures are her fault Don't believe, but feel like saying

Don't blame her She's just the pawn, the prostitute, a victi money The ones ill burn in hell for a ars and laugh at us poor schnooks gorging ourselves on slop

Nobody cares about trans fat They say, "But it tastes good" It takes years to cause a heart attack, so stuff your brains out

Walked for two hours Sit on the front steps and observe the universe All is serene A car pulls up A guy about eighty gets out, goes to his trunk, takes out a food container and comes up the porch "Howard Games?"

I point upstairs

He announces himself, "Meals On Wheels"

Howard instantly opens his door "Co" Howard is beautiful, seventy, short, fat, and bald His cartoon voice is slow, but loud, "Chicken and rice Good Did you bring the extra milk?"

"I just deliver the bags"

"Yes They're here"

"Have a nice day"

"Thank you" Howard goes in his rooo by for hours Have a perfect view of the expressway billboard A white background with the gigantic symbols,