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Polvgraph Passed
Im a Mutt
German, Hungarian,
Austrian, Polish
Jewish genes
churned
a Century
inna Sweet
New Yawk Citay
Meltin` Pot
He was clearly born
a tad bit purer
of Leonard Nimoy stock
Live Long and Prosper
a Ukrainian Jew
tall and slim
hair almost black
Eyes shaped Eastern
more than European
if auditioned, he`d easily
be cast as "Teen Spock"
"you Gotta listen to this"
He spun a George Carlin
record on his Turntable
started packing bowl after bowl
of one hit wonders
genuine Acupulco Gold
we took turns taking hits
while George was on a roll
We were both
high as Hell
laffin our asses off
if we were eatin spaghetti
it would be comin out our noses
I looked to my right
Nimoy Jr.
was lookin
peculiar
eyes closed
low baritone voice wailing
in the throes
of "the 7 words
ya cant say on Televison"
his face was gettin
a slight bit hairier
the top of his skull
began to crack
baritone voice got lower
started to echo
his brow curled
and thinned
as if plucked
by tweezers
blood shot out
of his broken head
red lava geysers
it looked painful
yet in fits
of laughter
he was a sligtly
built guy
I heard
sickening creaks
He bulged out huge sinews
rising out of
gore on his scalp
two thick bones protruded
Like Michaelangelos Moses
blood oozed down his face
I recognized the likeness
didnt budge an inch
while doing bong hits
with the Prince of Darkness
German, Hungarian,
Austrian, Polish
Jewish genes
churned
a Century
inna Sweet
New Yawk Citay
Meltin` Pot
He was clearly born
a tad bit purer
of Leonard Nimoy stock
Live Long and Prosper
a Ukrainian Jew
tall and slim
hair almost black
Eyes shaped Eastern
more than European
if auditioned, he`d easily
be cast as "Teen Spock"
"you Gotta listen to this"
He spun a George Carlin
record on his Turntable
started packing bowl after bowl
of one hit wonders
genuine Acupulco Gold
we took turns taking hits
while George was on a roll
We were both
high as Hell
laffin our asses off
if we were eatin spaghetti
it would be comin out our noses
I looked to my right
Nimoy Jr.
was lookin
peculiar
eyes closed
low baritone voice wailing
in the throes
of "the 7 words
ya cant say on Televison"
his face was gettin
a slight bit hairier
the top of his skull
began to crack
baritone voice got lower
started to echo
his brow curled
and thinned
as if plucked
by tweezers
blood shot out
of his broken head
red lava geysers
it looked painful
yet in fits
of laughter
he was a sligtly
built guy
I heard
sickening creaks
He bulged out huge sinews
rising out of
gore on his scalp
two thick bones protruded
Like Michaelangelos Moses
blood oozed down his face
I recognized the likeness
didnt budge an inch
while doing bong hits
with the Prince of Darkness
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