deadest pity in Amenika (eat your hangover, boyz)

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Oh shit! I can follow this one, it's 8:20 am and I've got to be at work at 3:00 pm till the crack of mid. Seriously fine stuff Terrance.
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From: terrance fitzgerald <fitzgerald_terrance at yahoo.com>
> I taint the droonkenestPlister
>   Only cause
>   Of a trying dis thirstay mournin
>   I’m dead as a dead rabbit 
>   door nailed to a knob hobbled know nothing 
>   Protestant’s politics of identity theft in the Negro gutters 
>   Of candle ends
>     
>    
>   Now let us here, brothers and bothers of P 
>   Here drunkin 
>   Sobs and sighs at Fitzgerald’s Awe Gust 24th Wake.  
>    
>   All the hoolivans of the Pee-nation
>   Prostrated in their consternation 
>    
>   Duodisimally profusive plethoras
>   Pissed upon the pyre
>     
>   There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs 
>   And citherers and raiders and cinemen too. 
>   There was Monroe and Mackins Malign
>   McMullen and Morris and Scoop brought his lawyer McDoDo
>    
>   All gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. 
>   Agog and magog and the round of them agrog... 
>    
>   Sharpen his pen, Men
>    
>   Tap up his bier! 
>    
>   E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich a din again? With their deepbrow 
> fundigs and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With a 
> bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head. 
> Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled, O!
>    
>    
>   ...From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to baronoath or from Buythebanks 
> to Roundthehead or from the foot of the bill to ireglint's eye he calmly 
> extensolies. And all the way (a horn!) from fjord to fjell his baywinds' oboboes 
> shall wail him rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvylong 
> night, the delldale dalppling night, the night of bluerybells, her flittaflute 
> in tricky trochees (O carina! O carina!) wake him...
>    
>   Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to 
> believe. So pool the begg and pass the kish for crawsake. Omen. So sigh us. 
> Grampupus is fallen down but grinny sprids the boord. Whase on the joint of a 
> desh? Finfoefom the Fush. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of Singpantry's 
> Kennedy bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of Danu 
> U'Dunnell's foamous olde Dobbelin ayle.
>   But he vanishes like a conman before they can eat him, like Jesus failing to 
> return:
>    
>    
>   But, lo, as you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth 
> of a flowerwhite bodey behold of him as behemoth for he is noewhemoe. Finiche! 
> Only a fadograph of a yestern scene. Almost rubicund Salmosalar, ancient fromout 
> the ages of the Agapemonides, he is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt 
> away. So that meal's dead off for summan, schlook, schlice and goodridhirring.
>    
> 
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