Subject: Father Huey's Slippery Slack Slope for Sarcastic SubSeekers

From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Fri, Dec 6, 2002 10:09 PM

The Knave was a King and the Ace was a Joker
No one said BOO when they took up their pokers
and caved in the skulls with a wild cry of glee
that the neighbors expected and Heaven could see
why the end of the story was a THUD and a WHACK
that upended the merry-go-round of false Slack
when the goal as intended was thought to be glee
as a thousand-pound poodle scratched a 20-pound flea
from behind a big ear that was cockin' to hear
the laffs that are aimed at upending the blear
that the hopeless and lesser are drowning in beers
we are brewing from bones so sublime in the grinding,
pulled as they are from the crap we keep finding
in the middle of every damned Normal in sight
as we thrash in a bid to befuddle the blighters
of every damned thing we can find that's such fun
with primary regard for the buns of bonobos,
two steps above psychos and halfway-there hobos,
'cause Black is the color and None is the number,
'cause "Bob" is a dork with some style in his blunders
Don't run down the hall with the Scissors of Sight
& trip over the visions, you know that ain't right
When you smile at the wankers, you're in for a fight
Just spray the "Bob" bugs, get bent and good night
You have to hold up when 6 kicks become 9
or you can't lay a claim to superior slime
wherein we reside with a smugness of status
that really comes down to the nature of flatus
emitted in bids to lay claim to a stature
transcending fundamentally corrupted-type natures
You can't swing from Gilligan to Alan Watts
its a given that leads to some won't-come-out spots
reset yer ray gun & aim at the crotch
of the Pink, petty, puerile, persnickety snots
If you don't like my couplets, take a jump up my ass
If you think they are grotty, make a bid to surpass
the crapsters recruited as we trip through our quest
Bite the bag, shut yer trap and give it a rest
You ain't no damned better than yer last bit o' Boom
Few can retain such, there ain't enuf room
to stick out yer tongue at the spectres of doom
and have anything left to lick the nice toads
its either and or, not both, what a load
If you say that it is, you're a Springer-y slob
Hypocrite, shmypocrite, that call's not yer job
If you do, you're a fool pogo-stickin' with Hob
Just lock in the channel and bite off the knob
get hip or get fisted, get right/wrong and praise "Bob"

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Talent hits a target no one else can hit;
genius hits a target no one else can see.
- Arthur Schopenhauer

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that he or she or it THINKS needs to be hit
and then gets mad when nobody gives a rat's.
- MC Phat Dope HellPope

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From: "nu-monet v5.0" <nothing@succeeds.com>

For some reason, I just couldn't but help imagining
the above being read in a courtroom as some mammy
starts bawlin' thinkin' of how her offspring and his
boon companion heard Huey's pome which had been stolen
and recorded by some MTV Made for TV fartist into a
white person hip-hop song; then decided to go on a
multi-state crime spree involving the shotgun murder
of 1,327 chickens and their owner before unskilfully
turning the shotguns on themselves blowing off nose,
ears and uvula in the first and right testicle, toes
and navel on the other; surviving long enough for the
local babtist evangelist to rant that it was all MTVs
fault, who blames the fartist ENEMAN who stole the
lyrics, who in turn blames it all on Huey--him without
deep pockets but soon with the notoriety of the turd
burglar who wrote "The Turner Diaries", except with an
entirely different class of feeble-minded ziplock-bag
head abortion survivors as stalker fans; who fortunately
for all concerned, think Huey lives in an unmarked
trailer somewhere in Alaska with Jewel as his love-
salve and pedicurist; but which is of no immediate
help to Huey currently as he is, on trial for "Inciting
dumb fucks to do dumb fucking things in the name of
Satan and Satan by-products."

--
"Who hasn't barfed up a slug or two?"
--Juniper Greenwood, Wizard

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