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letra de sigmund freud's 115th dream - john g. mcdaid

we stuffed the evil rat man’s parts in the back of his limousine
as we watched the black-light csi gang
descending on the scene
he was just in rigor mortis
not yet cool to touch
we were sure n0body we cared about
was going to miss him much
he had sh-t on everyone we knew
from a cruel and distant height
and we yelled as we dumped his head in the charles
good luck, and good night

he was sure n0body’s hero
he was vicious and he was mean
and we drank champagne as we hurled his brain
from the rat man’s limousine

me and little hans and the wolf man
and dora, out on bail
hit the denny’s in fall river
once we were sure we’d lost our tail
we laughed like twenty-somethings
as we ate our scrambled eggs
at how his screams had filled the icehouse
when we removed his legs
we riffed on lines from manos
and catcher in the rye
and savored the advice on dismemberment
we got from that saudi bone-saw guy
he was nasty, short, and brutish
with a mouth like a latrine
and we toasted his pain, like tears in rain
in the rat man’s limousine

the sun was peeking up over the waves
when we made it to the cape
random chatter in the twittersphere
told us we’d made good our escape
i sat in the dunes with dora
and we cuddled and made plans
while the wolf man skinny dipped in the surf
washing the blood off little hans
for the first time in this century
it seemed things might turn out okay
and we held hands on the warming sand
with the courage to face the day

he poisoned everything he touched
too good for the guillotine
and we watched the flames burn his last remains
in the rat man’s limousine

- john g mcdaid

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