1.Back At The Charles Mountain
Ox ox ox
Ox with foot
Foot no Shroud
Ox is proud
Man man man
Man on rocks
Rubbing his putrid crack
In the gravel on the mountain side
What a grotesque display
You must be some kind of pervert
Does that feel good？
Is it condoned by God？
Is the ox a convert？
Bee dripping asphalt
Turbulent pomegranate
A milk white dove
Shoe
Powdered back
Wright off
Spotted yellow moon tan
Cut, Charles Mountain.
2.Folkal Point
Well I walked up to the mountain
And to the mountain I walked
And up there on that mountain
I met a tiny ox
I said, 'Hey there Ox, what'cha got on your foot？'
It said 'I don't know yet. Have yourself a look.'
So I looked at the ox foot
And I saw the Shroud of Turin
And the ox removed it
And we rejoiced
Until we realized
That the ox had only one foot remaining
Left sealed up in a box
'We must find the box!'
3.Getting It Down
Now that we have cleaned the shit off these rocks
With the Sacred Shroud of Turin
We will be able to proceed down the mountain
Without slipping on these rocks
Looking for the box
With your foot, dear ox
4.God Starts To Cry
I've never seen this shroud so clean
Did you use bleach？ I mean,
I don't know what to say.
Thank you Man,
Thank you Ox,
I will help you find the box
Some thugs have moved it
To the Bronx.
5.God Talks To The Man And The Ox
Look what you've done to that Sacred Shroud
You shit eating sons-of-bitches
Why I oughta
You better clean it up
Or I'll kill everyone on Earth
And that includes your fucking mountain
6.Memories Of A Recent Journey
Our trip from Tustin to the Bronx
Was very nice
We took a train
I sat next to the woman who coughed
She was very sick
She'll die soon
And be with God
Who's not so bad
7.Rolling The Bum
I'd kick him if I had a foot
'Be quiet ox, you're doing good.'
8.The Apology (Accepted)
I'm so sorry ox
For the verbal haranguings
From now on my demeanor
Will be ch-ch-ch-anging
'I accept your apology. We are friends again.
And now that we've cleaned the Shroud of Turin,
Let's find my foot.'
9.The Charles Mountain
(a poem of length and complexities)
Rub rub rub
Rub your stinking butt
All over this fucking dirty hill
Now laugh
And pray to the Charles Mountain
Rub rub rub
Rub your smelly ass
Into the stupid rocks
Now look
Look what you've done
You must be out of your mind
Run run run
Run your wretched hands
Along the branches of a tree
How wrong
Nature made you suffer
Dew drop oyster barrel
Dollar face monk cutlery
Trudging,
Brownie pan,
Charles,
Mountain,
The famous alchemy
Distraught highway disdain
With celery
I have always loved you
Commonplace
War trophy, a mending
A birth in a shoe
And a tongue to clean it.
Saturday
Saturday is a day to worship
And shit upon the rocks
On Charle's mountain
On Charles Mountain
10.The Cleaning Of The Rock
How can we search for an ox foot in box
When we keep slipping on these Goddamned rocks
Let's use the sacred Shroud of Turin to clean the shit off these
rocks
'Okay, let's do it.' Said the one-footed ox
What man would be so vulgar
As to use a rugged mountain to wipe his butt
But that same man's mother would be proud
That he used the Charles Mountain
Not the Shroud
Certain behaviors in certain conditions
must certainly be allowed
11.The Finding Of The Foot
Here it is
The thugs must have dropped it
How lucky for us
We would have stopped at nothing
To get the box with your foot in it
But luckily we stopped here first
At the Twilight Cafe
Where it's always twilight
And the coffee's served hot
Day and night
Night and day
At the (Twilight)
At the (Twilight)
Twi-light Calf-ay-e-a.
12.The Ox Strikes Back
I am so tired of your verbal haranguings
I am not a doormat or a wall hanging
I am an ox
Respected in my community
And I demand impunity
From your verbal haranguings
So I say this to you in a breeze of respect
Stop your verbal haranguings
Or I'll hurt your neck
In a manner most unpleasant
You hurt my feelings
Like the glass
Hurts the pheasant
13.To The Bronx
We got here quick
With help from God
He's not so bad
For that we're glad
He did his part
To help find the foot
That's so very, very, good.
14.Tustin Coin-Op
We must clean the Shroud
But we haven't any coins
Let's roll a bum for change
We can kick him in the groin
We'll kill him if we have to
Anything for God
And to save the human race
We must clean the Shroud
Restore the Jesus face
'But what about my foot？'
Shut up you fucking ox
Some things are more important
Than what's inside the box
'Like cleaning the Shroud？'
Yes, ox
Let's go get some change
So we can use these strange
Machines
15.Tustin Coin-Op Party
These coins have heads imprinted on them
And below the heads 'E. Pluribus Unim'
It's time to wash the Shroud of Turin
It's all crusty and caked with shit from the Charles Mountain
Should we use bleach, the brand Clorox？
'I think not, you fucking ox!'
I respect these good machines
They got that stinky Shroud so clean
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