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cda
Jan 2, 2010


An American Tragedy
My erect penis affects the tides

-Lamar Odom

i was there when it happened, working
on an investigative video report
for vice.com

they tried to airlift lamar odom in a helicophter
but he was too tall to fit in the helicopter
hes had a tragic life lamar odom is the most
tragic figure in all of sports

its his whole life thats the tragedy,
his kid died, his mom died etc etc
him being to tall to fit in the only vehicle
that could plausibly save him after he got sick
from taking too much gas station drugs
to make his peener hard
is just the icing on the cake
dont forget he wasmarried to khloe kardashian
so were’ talking some big leagues level tragedy here

dying in a brothel, of herbal Viagra,
while not having sex, because they can’t airlift you
because you’re too tall, and the closest hospital
is 60 miles away, is a tragedy
that shakespeare wishes he would have thought of

Medic: Forsooth, lamar is far too tall for this,
Our humble helicopter, and his cock
Is far too hard and stands like a lonely,
Large pine. How much Horny Goat Weed Hath he?

“the patient was found nonresponsive
and extremely tall. And erect.
An empty bottle of japanese jigga pills
was discovered at the scene.
Our only Casual Male XL helicopter
was already in use transporting that weird
giraffe/snail thing from cirque de soileil.”

[yakety sax plays as 3 medics try
to stuff Lamar Odom into a tiny helicopter,
meanwhile a fourth medic watches his boner
and defibs him every time it goes down
(accompanied by slide whistle)]

craft viagra aged in bourbon barrels
more importantly: helicophter
I guess what I still don't get is, why didn't they just
put him on two helicopters?
they could have just left his feet hanging out the side

Here lies Lamar Odom, he had to buy
2 adjoining grave plots because his coffin
is like 14 ft long god drat
what did he eat growing up.

why are we making fun of the guy
in the hospital who might die?
is anyone making fun of him?
I'll fight them. he's had a tragic life.
the good news is, he's off life support
and apparently speaking which means that maybe
one day he too will get to laugh
about the fact that he was too fuckin tall to fit
in a helicopter after having a bad
reaction to artisinal boner pills
I wouldn't know, I've never needed it because,
well, I've never had sex
and I never will.peace


from this thread: https://forums.somethingawful.com/s...hreadid=3746808

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sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


cda posted:

I really liked "I Was Received Into the Church." Was each stanza from a single letter or did you rearrange the text more than that? For the trip reports I initially pulled things almost in straight chronological order (a lot of trip reports include either actual timestamps or words that describe the passage of time) but then as I started to work it into a poem, things started floating out of place, so I'm interested in what your compositional process was like for your poem; the imagery is excellent (this was the hardest part for me because god drat so many of those stupid trip reports are the same thing...I saw a bunch of colorssss mannnnnnn -- the saving grace was that they usually get very descriptive about how they took the drug lol)

Thank you! It was important to me not to take things so completely out of their context, so the first stanza was cut from two different journal entries and the final two stanzas cut from three letters. You've got this guy who, from even his personal communications and thoughts, is extremely pious and yet very... practical? with the reality of doubts associated with faith. While he was archbishop, he took on a lot of duties associated with the less lofty goals of the church, like acquisition of properties for various purposes, and he spoke very frankly about the challenges to his faith, whether personal doubts or witnessing the lack of piety in his fellow priests.

I read probably twenty letters and ten or so journal entries at first. After that, I went through and combed for passages that hit the magical combo of being particularly evocative while also drawing forth some of the deeper, more real concepts that were consistent in his writings. I worry I was disingenuous- some of the excerpts were not directly associated with his notes on the challenges of faith - but I think I did an okay job of capturing some of the tone to his thoughts that was not laid out plainly in the text.

I like docupoetry, but it's drat difficult for me to not feel like I'm actually just putting words in this guy's mouth through careful cropping.

Azza Bamboo
Apr 7, 2018

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2020

Ach that's my fault. I didn't realise documentary meant documenting a person's experience. I thought it was just documenting a subject, like nature documentaries or there's even a documentary on the history of Yamaha in the front of my motorcycle's service manual. I was trying to co-opt the style of that kind of "for your information" documentary to share something I think people need to know. It probably borders on mockumentary at that point.

Anyway, thants for the crit.

Azza Bamboo fucked around with this message at 00:32 on Feb 19, 2020

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


Also cda, do you want a gang tag? I could ask sebmojo if they’d be willing to hand them out for wins. We’d need to agree on one, though

rickiep00h
Aug 16, 2010

BATDANCE


Azza Bamboo posted:

Ach that's my fault. I didn't realise documentary meant documenting a person's experience. I thought it was just documenting a subject, like nature documentaries or there's even a documentary on the history of Yamaha in the front of my motorcycle's service manual. I was trying to co-opt the style of that kind of "for your information" documentary to share something I think people need to know. It probably borders on mockumentary at that point.

Anyway, thants for the crit.

Here's the thing: in a larger project, like a book based on transportation workers, or looking into the specifics of a particular car accident, or some such, it would totally fit in. One of the members of my grad cohort did a docupoetry project for her thesis which investigated campus sexual harassment, and while it interpolated several specific cases, it also just straight up quoted from Title IX and some very famous open letters supporting faculty. As an individual poem without context, though, it just didn't quite do it for me. I did quite like it.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


sephiRoth IRA posted:

Also cda, do you want a gang tag? I could ask sebmojo if they’d be willing to hand them out for wins. We’d need to agree on one, though

i specifically started participating because i wanted this specific one, which will make me look good in byob lol


I don't need a gang tag otherwise though and I know this one wasn't necessarily popular

Saucy_Rodent
Oct 24, 2018

I'm not a rat, I swear! If I'm any rodent, it's the loyal capybara -- king of the rats!

no, wait


cda, you’ve made several posts, including an effortful poem, but none of them are a prompt.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


Oh whoops haha. Ok.

Negative Capability: Or, Sympathy for the Devil

"Negative Capability" is a term used by John Keats in a letter to his brothers. It is a tremendously famous phrase and many different critics have discussed exactly what Keats meant by the term, but a simplified way of putting it is that Negative Capability is the capacity of an artist to inhabit a wide range of perspectives, including those that they do not agree with, without privileging one perspective over another. In Keats' estimation, this was a quality demonstrated by Shakespeare, and you can see how that is: in Shakespeare plays, everyone from the most foolish hero to the most evil villain is allowed to make their case and reveal their truth, utilizing the full range of human expression even when what they are expressing may seem reprehensible.

Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of an individual that you find annoying, immoral, dangerous, disturbing, evil or otherwise just plain bad. Your poem should develop and display a critical aspect of that individual's lived experience in as humane and sympathetic a way as possible. The individual may be a real historical figure (e.g. Mother Teresa, your little sister) or a composite or type of person (e.g. an interrogator in the Spanish Inquisition, one of those people that backs into their parking spots), but it should not be a fictional character (e.g. Satan, Snidely Whiplash).

No formal constraints except that they should be 20 lines or longer.

Submissions due by Wednesday the 26th.

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


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rickiep00h
Aug 16, 2010

BATDANCE


in

Armack
Jan 27, 2006


In

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


Probably haven't written a poem for over 6 years but lol.

The rare wombo-combo simultaneous entry and submission.

Traffic Warden

The bleachbone vistas of my childhood
parched and shimmering hot
have never felt so much a dream
as a red faced man berates me under a grey sky,
raindrops breaching the containment of my collar
and pooling at the base of my spine.
I pull down the brim of my cap
shielding my eyes.
-listen you filthy loving-
He melts beneath a late August sun,
and his words are the susurrus
of Laughing Doves and katydids.
Fingers slip into the polyester folds of my jacket
and produce a blazing sunflower
to gild his windscreen.
Nothing more radiant
in a three mile radius
than my Penalty Charge Notice.
-two minutes! Two goddamn-
He curses fate, misfortune,
And me.
But I am already slipped beyond his words
following threads of red and gold,
double and zagged,
while above, clouds break
and sunlight spills out of a sky I know not which.

rickiep00h
Aug 16, 2010

BATDANCE


William Frederick Durst

Everyone says that
Fred is awful, kind of a tool, but
Fred thinks
Fred is pretty awesome.
Fred skateboards,
Fred is into the tattoo scene.
Fred gets to date hot chicks who say
Fred never dated them, so
Fred gets away with it.
Fred made red ballcaps cool again.
Fred is friends with a bunch of cool people:
Fred has been the guest of Snoop and Run DMC.
Fred is a filmmaker, even worked with John Travolta, who says people miss
Fred’s purity and intent.
Fred has three multiplatinum albums.
Fred’s working on a new one, things are looking up for
Fred.
Fred’s been divorced three times, but it ain’t for lack of trying.
Fred thinks Putin is a pretty swell guy, but
Fred can’t go into Ukraine for a while. That’s okay,
Fred has better things to do.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


2 in. Sephiroth and Armack ya got until midnight-ish

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


cda posted:

2 in. Sephiroth and Armack ya got until midnight-ish
Never mind got it in!

sephiRoth IRA fucked around with this message at 00:06 on Feb 27, 2020

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


Rite of Inoculation

Stand down, you lying filth!
Let your envenomed blades
turn aside, bent and broken
against the burnished bronze
of our conviction!
We truth-tellers
will drive you forth
from these temples borne
of our flesh and blood.
The liar's throne you've built,
gilded with ill-gotten gains,
will crumble at the trumpet
of our voices.

Armack
Jan 27, 2006


Leo Strauss on Narrative, Social Cohesion, and In-Group Selection

To live in catastrophic night
conceals all things deceitful
so nihilists set myths alight
and others scorch the steeple

They’re right of course, there is no truth
when read between the lines
but common folk could grow uncouth
left leaderless at times

All dogs and swine love hierarchy
—us privileged at the top—
and so, to counter anarchy
we monetize their slop

Since Machiavelli told it straight
(his work is hardly satire)
control of stories seized the state
and all the mob’s admire

Strong mobs arise from nemeses
their Being but ephemeral
held captive by identity
and joined in wars perennial

What wispy gun-smoke stories make
and Masons’ stone-throws parry
—Nationalism! For country’s sake
and from tradition tarry

cda
Jan 2, 2010


Not gonna lie, at one point or another, I thought each one of these was the winner. They're all extremely different flavors. So, by a hair, I say that Jeza is the winner. Crits will happen tomorrow.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


Jeza posted:

Probably haven't written a poem for over 6 years but lol.

The rare wombo-combo simultaneous entry and submission.

Traffic Warden

The bleachbone vistas of my childhood
parched and shimmering hot
have never felt so much a dream
as a red faced man berates me under a grey sky,
raindrops breaching the containment of my collar
and pooling at the base of my spine.
I pull down the brim of my cap
shielding my eyes.
-listen you filthy loving-
He melts beneath a late August sun,
and his words are the susurrus
of Laughing Doves and katydids.
Fingers slip into the polyester folds of my jacket
and produce a blazing sunflower
to gild his windscreen.
Nothing more radiant
in a three mile radius
than my Penalty Charge Notice.
-two minutes! Two goddamn-
He curses fate, misfortune,
And me.
But I am already slipped beyond his words
following threads of red and gold,
double and zagged,
while above, clouds break
and sunlight spills out of a sky I know not which.

Ultimately this was the winner for me because it did the most to humanize the subject. It almost didn't win for a similar reason, which is that, had I not known it was being written for this prompt, I would have had no understanding of the fact that you, the writer, find this kind of person annoying (although to be fair I guess most of us are not fans of parking enforcement). That said there are some very nice images here -- I particularly like the ticket as a blazing sunflower. The juxtaposition of the childhood memory into which the narrator retreats from the present day is effective, as is the heightened diction; I don't really imagine a traffic warden expressing himself in this way but I think rather than seeming inappropriate, it elevates subject. The interjections from the guy getting the ticket really emphasize this disconnect between the prosaic everyday and the poetry of memory.


rickiep00h posted:

William Frederick Durst

Everyone says that
Fred is awful, kind of a tool, but
Fred thinks
Fred is pretty awesome.
Fred skateboards,
Fred is into the tattoo scene.
Fred gets to date hot chicks who say
Fred never dated them, so
Fred gets away with it.
Fred made red ballcaps cool again.
Fred is friends with a bunch of cool people:
Fred has been the guest of Snoop and Run DMC.
Fred is a filmmaker, even worked with John Travolta, who says people miss
Fred's purity and intent.
Fred has three multiplatinum albums.
Fred's working on a new one, things are looking up for
Fred.
Fred's been divorced three times, but it ain't for lack of trying.
Fred thinks Putin is a pretty swell guy, but
Fred can't go into Ukraine for a while. That's okay,
Fred has better things to do.

I really like this form. The anaphora works, both because it emphasizes the speaker's self-involvement, and because you do a nice job of keeping it fresh by not simply making it a series of lines which are sentences starting with Fred, such as "Fred gets to date hot chicks who say/Fred never dated them, so/Fred gets away with it." The poem is funny and the subject is surprising. An entertaining and enjoyable poem overall. It did not win because it felt to me like it was tipped a little too far towards sati. I'm not totally sure you worked hard enough to understand Fred Durst. To be fair although he seems like low-hanging fruit for a poem like this some of the hardest people to understand are people who seem like they're all surface.


sephiRoth IRA posted:

Rite of Inoculation

Stand down, you lying filth!
Let your envenomed blades
turn aside, bent and broken
against the burnished bronze
of our conviction!
We truth-tellers
will drive you forth
from these temples borne
of our flesh and blood.
The liar's throne you've built,
gilded with ill-gotten gains,
will crumble at the trumpet
of our voices.

First off, righteous sounds in this poem, man. Reading it feels really good; lots of tasty alliteration that is really appropriate to the heightened sense of purpose of the ideological fanatic (which is I think who you're getting at here)? However, the prompt said 20 lines at least, and this didn't get there, so that's one reason why it didn't win. Frankly if you'd kept going and maybe drawn out a thread of hidden doubt in the narrator's mind, or a unacknowledged contradiction, or something to complicate the righteousness, this would have been the winner. It reminded me a lot of Pound's "Sestina: Altaforte," one big difference being that Pound is able to leverage the sestina form to bring out those internal contradictions that illuminate the bloodthirstiness of the speaker. This might be a poem to keep in the ol' drawer and look at in a couple of months and take another crack at. An excellent start.


Armack posted:

Leo Strauss on Narrative, Social Cohesion, and In-Group Selection

To live in catastrophic night
conceals all things deceitful
so nihilists set myths alight
and others scorch the steeple

They're right of course, there is no truth
when read between the lines
but common folk could grow uncouth
left leaderless at times

All dogs and swine love hierarchy
--us privileged at the top--
and so, to counter anarchy
we monetize their slop

Since Machiavelli told it straight
(his work is hardly satire)
control of stories seized the state
and all the mob's admire

Strong mobs arise from nemeses
their Being but ephemeral
held captive by identity
and joined in wars perennial

What wispy gun-smoke stories make
and Masons' stone-throws parry
--Nationalism! For country's sake
and from tradition tarry

This poem gets a lot of points for ambition. You've picked a complex subject and then placed it in ballad meter, so there's a lot of balls in the air here. On the one hand this poem is a description of Strauss' political philosophy. On the other hand it is a criticism of the same. Doing one of those would be difficult enough. Doing both is hella hard, and I think you ultimately don't succeed, in part because you are also working with the constraints of the form, so stuff like "all the mob's admire" just really doesn't work, either syntactically, poetically, or descriptively. The first three stanzas are strong, though. I just think as you get to the development, the breadth of Strauss' viewpoint makes it an increasing challenge to keep everything working together, and by the end, I wasn't exactly sure what you meant -- "Masons' stone-throws parry" was particularly tough for me.

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


“Hate gently caress poem, got it!” *misses 20 line requirement*

Thanks for the crit! I’m glad the alliterative elements worked. Sorry for not being up to the task of adding seven more lines

Meanwhile... prompt prompt prompt

Jeza get in here!

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


Prompt in a couple hours time

rickiep00h
Aug 16, 2010

BATDANCE


Thanks!

I was honestly having a hard time coming up with anyone because I try to be be as genuine as I can and I just don't like giving space to things or people I don't agree with (unless it's in an effort to defeat or insult them.)

I also don't agree with a lot of those ideas of an artist's impartiality, as it tends to lead to a lot of moral ambiguity and, intentional or not, the occasional genuine support of people who think you're being serious. It's not a debate I care to enter into, and it's a really easy cop out for a lot of lovely people to spout their lovely beliefs.

Which is roundabout way of saying I should have sat this one out.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


rickiep00h posted:

Thanks!

I was honestly having a hard time coming up with anyone because I try to be be as genuine as I can and I just don't like giving space to things or people I don't agree with (unless it's in an effort to defeat or insult them.)

I also don't agree with a lot of those ideas of an artist's impartiality, as it tends to lead to a lot of moral ambiguity and, intentional or not, the occasional genuine support of people who think you're being serious. It's not a debate I care to enter into, and it's a really easy cop out for a lot of lovely people to spout their lovely beliefs.

Which is roundabout way of saying I should have sat this one out.

I definitely feel you on that. I was glad that nobody tried do like...Jeffrey Dahmer or Hitler or someone like that.

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


Alright, alright, alright. This week's prompt is war poetry. Hoping this hasn't been done in the several pages of thread I did not read through.

Throughout history, people really tend, or at least tended, to write a whole bunch of poetry about war. WW1 and its aftermath could well mark the last high-water mark of poetry itself in the public imagination. Some immortalise, trivialise, satirise, while others explore the heat of battle, the banality of front-line existence or commemorate the fallen.

No form or length requirement. The only requirement is that war in some manner must feature. It doesn't have to be a real historical conflict. While I may call on a judging aid, to put my cards on the table, poetry for me is at its core about evoking emotion or a sense of something. I will likely look more fondly on poems that successfully capture a feeling, whether that be boredom, terror, anticipation, confusion or whatever.

Deadline is uhhh, Friday 6th March?

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


In

Saucy_Rodent
Oct 24, 2018

I'm not a rat, I swear! If I'm any rodent, it's the loyal capybara -- king of the rats!

no, wait


In

cda
Jan 2, 2010


In. This means war...

cda
Jan 2, 2010


New Alphabet for War

Wonder Toomuch Freedom Forfeit
Fever Sickle Sentry Hatred
Nitrate-ester Tender-hearted
Agent Brother Childhood Desert
Ego Fester Garbage Halo
Indy Jackson Killeen Lester
Marrow Nothing Order Punish
Quiet Raghead Stupor Torture
Under Vital Wasted Exit
Youthful Zero anger boiler
canker deadman evil fuckit
gashes hero incense jungle
karma labor mother needle
ozone prickle queasy rapist
sinner tether ugly virtue
welcome exile yearning zipper

arbitraryfairy
Feb 13, 2019



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arbitraryfairy
Feb 13, 2019



Soldier Boys

Great wars were fought before I lived
And of them I’ve been told
Boys sent to die for others’ ends
At seventeen years old
The world burned once
The world burned twice
And then the wars got cold
In school we read of blood and mud
The blind leading the bold

I know there’s conflicts raging still
Sometimes they’re on the news
I’ve heard of kids at ten years old
Fighting fueled on drugs and booze
I’ve heard the shocked and angry cries
About children much misused
But when fighting’s done, and they’re still young
I’ve heard the silence too

The kids who live they go back home
With memories of war
Back to families who struggle
Back to prospects that are poor
So when the private armies come
And ask if they want more
With choices few, the war will do
On they march to their encore

And still these kids they go to fight
In places far away
Soldiers in wars not their own
Seventeen if they’re a day
Follow merchant lords of slaughter
For mediocre pay
Pawns unmourned in wars we scorn
They die young just the same

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


Can we get a deadline extension? COVID 19 rocked my world, unfortunately

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


Sure. Call it end of today, whatever time zone you're in. Will post results and crits Monday, afternoon GMT.

cda
Jan 2, 2010


I've got a 1/2 chance of winning! *reads the other poem* I've got a 0/2 chance of winning!

sephiRoth IRA
Jun 13, 2007

"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."

-Carl Sagan


Sorry everyone. I wanted to participate but I work in the infectious disease field and my life is so far beyond insane right now

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


So maybe I let this ride an extra day by accident, let's pretend I was giving super-long benefit of the doubt. Judgement and crits tomorrow

Jeza
Feb 13, 2011

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.


The Lord of War is arbitraryfairy. Will post crits, all two of them, tomorrow.

Missing In Action:

Saucy_Rodent
sepirothIRA

Letters to their families will be dispatched forthwith.

arbitraryfairy
Feb 13, 2019





Welcome, Sailors, to the Shanty Showdown

A sea shanty is a song sung during work at sea to keep people synchronized during manual tasks.

Also they sound cool and fun and good

However I am going to broaden it out a little bit:

1. Your shanty should, roughly speaking, involve work and travel, but it doesn't have to be a sea shanty. You can write a migrating buffalo shanty or a space train shanty or a tectonic plates shanty. You can 100% just write a sea shanty, sea shanties are great.
2. You can use as your title, or add in addition to your title, a description of the place and purpose of your shanty. This is because I want to understand your piece in setting/context you are placing it and a work song probably isn't going to have an introductory paragraph in it. Don't abuse this to add a whole backstory, just like "a shanty for migrating buffalo" or whatever
3. If you want a flash rule, I'll just give you the description of your shanty for you. Request at your own risk.
4. There are no form or length requirements, but I'm going to be looking for something that sounds good to read out loud. You don't have to make a tune - you can just write the words for an unspecified song, a call and answer piece, a chant, or any poetic form you want - but sounding good when spoken or sung aloud is the key. It should PUMP ME UP
5. Strictly speaking shanties are work songs that help with rhythmic tasks, but I will be relatively lenient here (so long as your piece is cool and good) so don't get too caught up on this part. If it makes sense for people to sing during or after working then it's fine, so like a warning piece/piece about tasks/piece about an event or identity are all good


If you want some examples for inspiration I would recommend looking up the Wellington Sea Shanty society for more traditional sea shanties (or play AC black flag I guess), otherwise songs like Dawson's Christian would also work for a more spacey interpretation. There are loads of cool shanties out there.


Deadline: 11:59 Wednesday 25th March Pst

Bosun and her bosun's mates

1. arbitraryfairy
2. cptn_dr

Drunken Sailors

1. ...you?

Anomalous Amalgam
Feb 13, 2015

by Nyc_Tattoo


Doctor Rope

I'll dance a jig while swabbing the deck.

Azza Bamboo
Apr 7, 2018

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2020

in

To Be Sung From Both Sides Of A Misery Whip

Lumberjack was high up the tree
Curled right back as the wind blew free
Threw him out to the deep blue sea
And we never saw its lumber

But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before
There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure
As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more
To provide us all our lumber

Ox driver had loaded his cart
Took to the reins while pissed as a fart
The roadside ditch tore his wheels apart
And we never saw his lumber

But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before
There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure
As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more
To provide us all our lumber

The huntsmen had slain a wild boar
They cooked the beast on the forest floor
Their forest burned from the fields to the moor
And we never saw its lumber

But there’s not a thing we haven’t seen before
There’ll be wood to cut, of that we can be sure
As, for every tree, there’s a hundred more
To provide us all our lumber

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