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ODE TO FIGHT THE FUTURE (or: PEOPLE WITH TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS) |
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There once were some girls at Orion
Over previews for X they were dyin' Till one sad day in May The show ended, but Hey! A movie would keep them from cryin'! There once was a building called Showplace Charged six bucks a head, but on Tuesdays Just 4 dollars then, So it wasn't a sin To keep shelling out dollars in great haste There once was a G-man named Mulder "I love you," he should've just told her, And maybe would he If not for the damn bee Causing fury, in Showplace, to smolder There once was a woman named Scully Who never did realize her folly Not to kiss her good friend 'fore the film reached its end Crushing fans from 'Diego to Raleigh There once was a damn f*cking bee Who thought he could just steal the scene He never forsaw, Didn't think it at all, That we'd kill every bee that we see. There once was a horse at Orion Who never, now, got to go ridin' 'Cause his rider was gone From the onset of dawn 'Twas a movie pass she was out buying There once were some girls from Orion Over hallway scenes they were just dyin' Till the movie stopped playing On the couch they were laying Till November's premiere stopped their crying. ~~~Poem by Sary ~~~Photo by Heather K. |
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