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Untitled (by White Joe)
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It's gonna rain out there today.
It's gonna rain cats and frogs.
You heard me ...frogs.
The true animal of the freak.
That's right, all freaks are frogs.
All freaks!
The party freaky, the freak who seems to show up at every social
gathering and comes up with the wierdest dares known to man.
The school freak, who spends the day in the bathroom smoking what ever,
making jokes in class, but never getting a laugh. Tries to die their
hair a freaky color, just to piss off the principal.
The Club freak, who is the most know freak of all. You know the type,
the ones with the neon hair, taking the special-K, licking the light
bulbs because they look so good and tasty.
You got your Famous freaks, like Rodman, Michel Jackson, or maybe even
Cathie Lee Gifford.
And last but not leasties with the yeasties are the King and Queen
Freaks. Freaks like George Cliton (All time king of the freaks, because
to be a freak, you got to be down with the funk), Rue Pual (even though
she's a he, she/he doesn't give a f*$^ who likes him or not), and even
someone like Madonna is easily recognized as a queen freak.
Yes frogs are all conected some how. Maybe it's because they eat bugs
and don't give a flying-rat-ass who knows it.
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