Debbie Gibson - Poem by Patience
Even the dinosaurs are oblivious.
It's like the Partridge Family born-again,
to a cult of polygamists.
And the offspring can't defend the religious experience.... creepy… Disney-slave freaky…
So, what happens when there's no more rhyme, Debbie Gibson?
Does sacrament breathe fire on an evil Halloween?
Do baby butterflies die, fleeing burning Christmas trees?
Can you tell my why they worship that old effigy?
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The Road Not Taken
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