Thanks for the host

[Terrance F. Flaherty]

Yet once more, O ye Pynheads, and once more,
Ye Whole Sick crew, with never posts unclean, 
I come to wink and fart, so rough and rude,
And with a song that's crude,
Waste more bandwidth with my damn machine.
Lack of constraint and sad occasion dear
Compels me to disturb your erudition:
For GRGR is ended
Ended ere it's due
Ended for all of us and You too, Jackson. 


Now Mason's at the Friday Hangings
Frenesi's Going Down
The Sailor's Grave is full of sailors
Pig Bodine is back in town
Here comes Ronald RayGun
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to V.'s Balloon
The other is in his pants
And the riot squads they're restless
They need some place to go 
As Brock and I look out tonight 
on desolation row

Fina, she seems so easy
"Benny, I'm Cherry," she smiles
and puts her hand in her back pocket
Hector Zuniga style
And in comes Stencil, he's moaning
"Stencil's In Love with V-2"
and Slothrop says, "your in the wrong book my friend,
 I'm getting out with you"
And the only sound that's left
After the Auctioneer Clears His Throat
Is Zoyd Wheeler sweeping glass
>From desolation row

Now the Thanatoids are waking
Now everybody sing
Hansel and Gretel are baking 
And Kong is Lord and King
All except for DL and Takeshi
And Blicero and Enzian
Everyone is pain or love 
Or else expecting rain. 
But The Weather Will Not Change
As above, so below
Where Profane and Angel Make A Myth
For desolation row.  

To V or not to V
That is not the question
The question is 
Who? V? 
Yes. 
 
All these people that I mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces 
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more posts no
Not unless you e-mail them
>From desolation row.

Alas! What boots it with uncessant care
To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?

Thank you s~z

Terrance