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Inner City Sheep
Baa Baa, Rainbow Sheep,
Are your hubcaps hot?
No, Pig, no, Pig, no they’re not.
One’s for my brother, one’s for my son—
I’ve never stolen nothing and I’ve never owned a gun.
Nursery Rhyme.
Unwanted sheep
Baa Baa, Abortion,
Do you have regrets?
No, Doc, no, Doc, it might have had Tourettes.
At college I did heroin, lots of dirty crack,
And I fucked so many ethnic men, it might have come out black.
Nursery Rhyme.
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