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Coelacanth

They fish them bop on the bottom of the sea
They fish them never sleep
Where they been these millions of years,
Snorkeled down so deep?

The Coelacanth is not yet dead
So fisherman spare the rod
I'm a living fossil
Planted here by God

Oh you can laugh
And you can breathe,
Expelling sulfur gas
But I have fins
And I have gills
And these were built to last

David Hume Ruined My Love-Life

She spouted aphorisms
And solipsisms
She could have just said Yes
Her paradoxes,
Pandora's boxes
I could have lived with less

We're in the car
And I'm at the wheel
"Why drive on parkways
And park in driveways?"
My head is starting to reel

"Are you nothing more
Than a brain in a vat?
Are you the kind of guy
Who could live with that?"
Baby baby if you know me at all
You know those questions,
They drive me up the wall

"How do you know
That the Sun's gonna rise?
Demonstrate your thesis
Right between my thighs
You could use some more guile
And a little less tact--
Cognitive dissonance
Is a matter of fact!"

"If a tree falls in the woods,
Does it break any hearts?
Is the soul any more
Than just the hum of its parts?
How many angels dance
on Zippy the Pinhead?
When we gain Salvation
Do we jettison our street-cred?"

She spouted aphorisms
And solipsisms
She could have just said No
Her paradoxes,
Pandora's boxes
I couldn't take much mo'

"Baby do you love me,"
Is what I finally asked
"I reserve the will to doubt"
Is what she answered at last
"Out out out" I said,
"Get out out out."

Synesthesia

I love it when my hair is plaid
When my face is solar plasma
Iım heading down to Trinidad
The waters cure my asthma
(I was misinformed
Thought Moses was horned)

I love it when my eardrums snare
I will smell them at my leisure
Plaid hair is just standard fare
for one with synesthesia
(I was misdiagnosed
They thought I was dosed)

Sight touch sound and taste and smell
I hear sign language and I shout in Braille
The sole survivor is going to Hell
Cause the great white whale is called Ishmael