MEET OUR NEIGHBORS
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We did not arrive alone
You sucked in
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our neighbors
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Meet!
our neighbors!
Meet!
who!?
Meet!
our neighbors!
I said meet them right now!
We come to our first block
to meet the teenage pope
He’s the youngest one
to ever take the throne
Popularity on the rise
to see all of his life
His world’s a hit reality show:
school, church, and life at home
In the digital eye
nothing is contrived
It ain’t easy being a teenage pope
with friends, family, and matters in Rome
Such lessons they all come to know
but humor is too on this family show
Titled and themed by Metallica's own
“Wherever I May Roam”
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But now we’ve come to block 2
Abiding here is the religious universalist
who’s approach like a stereotyped tv evangelist
but you...
You have never met
Baal-Moses-Odin-Mohammed
Living by aggressive tolerance
in who’s confrontive speeches
religions are confused in mesh
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“Hey man, you shouldn’t be all down and sad like that. You should be jumping with joy and like ‘Hey man, Jesus died for me!’ And Crowley wasn’t all down that he was on trial. He was like ‘I’m so on a high because I will get through this and start my church.’ If you’re not falling down from exhaustion, you’re not trying hard enough. A-men! There are a bunch of gods, there’s one god, there are no gods... it’s all the same. Proclaim the truth with joy, and... Hallelujah! ”
There’s no time for depression, sorrow, fear, or doubt
There’s no time to dwell, to express, to suffer with
There’s no time to empathize without answers or advice
Just “Get over it” and “Don’t let it bother you”
There’s no time to be honest about your negative feelings
But all this is of secondary importance
for beneath is the real substance
It’s only a secret identity,
this confusing sack of spasm,
for mild-mannered superhero
Aroma Therapy Man
Shrouded in slick green and black
The glazed stature awes one back
His cloak spans with succeeding edges
filled between with the darker wedges
as though it something symbolizes
but he denies all of it
And he’s got sunglasses too
[m.b. The Arrival] “Now you’re dead”
Sealed in a maze of smoke
interflowing to his control
Beware his slo-mo attacks
or bear to see your body detach
Power: control over smoke
Fighting Style: slo-mo
State: calm
Weakness: reality
Conclusion: [s.b. Scooby Doo] “Scooby dooby doo!”
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Now it gets enticing
surviving to block 3
It’s Abraham Lincoln
so let’s get it on
John Wilkes Booth, his next door neighbor
an arch nemesis, a bitter rival
They’re aliens from another world
Resurrecting every few centuries
to compete, to compete
Always coaches
of girls’ drill teams
Will it never end
no matter the defeats?
Don’t believe the lies
Booth killed Lincoln
for a lost competition
He killed him!
He killed him!
But they’re usually killing each other
Who can count the times?
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Yeah, you guys suck! Speed it up!
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Block 4, behold an arabesque sum
This is the town’s mad scientist
[m.b. Escape from L.A.] “Common, ordinary, everyone’s got one”
Try a psycho proctologist
[m.b. Back to the Furtue] “What are you looking at, butthead?”
[m.b. Graveyard Shift (1990) ] “When’s the last time you’ve been to a graveyard?”
Obsessing around the graveyard, digging
digging in a treasure trove of parts
parts to build an army
an army of procto-monsters
[m.b. Predator 2] “Your pal was running the whole show... and his butt-boys”
mobile blob mountains
behemoth fire breathers
crackling flying carnivores
amorphous phasers
serpentine centipedes
forced gluteus evolution
Encased is all of this in his fortress
centered around the curve-asive mansion
a super complex of levels and secrets,
and below are the mating calls of his experiments
an accented aria of assonance
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Block 5, Amelia Arehart
dominatrix extraordinaire
quite impressive
but way too submissive
Hitting on everybody
including the paperboy
Begging, pleading
that she is easy
[sung; heavy synthesizers] Is it hot in here... or is it just you?
Invites you in
with limonade and a massage
A warm bath?
That’s not so bad
Continually asking
if she’s too rough
Selflessly submits
to everyone’s requests
[sung; heavy synthesizers] Did you bring your library card... so you can check me out
“Leather clad ain’t so threatening
when you’re always begging”
Always apologizing
when she’s done nothing
To a comfy chair
you’re beheld in shackles
A torture chamber
of soft silks and pillows
[sung; heavy synthesizers] Your pants look tight... mine are easy to get into
Her gentleness, well renowned
Titled by all “nicest girl in town”
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Go home dusch bags!
