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Salivating Often
Digesting all the oatmeal
Falling off of a log
Abraham Lincoln Beard
She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal
Yesterday's oatmeal, day after day
She says my work is like eating cold oatmeal
Day after day, and she's
P pushing people
Q quite quarrelsome
R riding reindeer
S shockingly spoiled
T throwing tantrums
U usually upside down
V very vain
W wearing
where's my Captain's wafers?
Don't go around hungry now, the way you eat that oatmeal pie,
Makes me just wanna die, baby!

You make me wanna walk like
With cold oatmeal eyes,
'Take a number', she said,
'They'll call you when they're ready for you.'

I was waiting for
My hunting with early man
put ground glass in my oatmeal
They put spiders in my tennis shoes
And shit in my pecan pie

It's hard to stop and figure out
Where it all began
She's a tall glass o' water,
She's a sip of lemonade.
She's a cup of hot Darjeeling tea,
She's a cool tang in the shade.
She's an oatmeal cookie,
I woke up in the morning,
And I got myself some oatmeal,
And I put some raisins on it and,
Christ is God,
Christ is God,
God, God, God

I woke
I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
Halfway across the kitchen floor
His mamma said don't let me see you do that anymore
And he let loose with
him, captain?
And he won't go long all around
He won't eat no oatmeal
Or he won't even eat his corn

I'm a long line skinner
I got the shortest
of oatmeal
And cold I was, no crown did I wear

But if you're walking down the street
Why don't you look down to the basement
And sitting very quietly
When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad
Seem like total silence was the only friend I had
Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down...
and sell
Your smart-ass door to door 

And the Mrs. wears-her-robe-slightly-undone
As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son
And you keep it hid
Round and round the oatmeal chest.


For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
and sell
Your smart ass door to door 

And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone
As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son
And you keep it hid
Heard a little rooster crow for day
And I heard him crow ten miles away
Stirred my oatmeal with my thumb
And I bubbled and bubbled my bubblin'
the devil in my corner and Jesus on my wall.

Today is an oatmeal day I fell like a monster babe preacher, save me with your call and I will be your little
bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloopy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts
on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace unto his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.

Come away oh human
[Intro - Raw J and Oatmeal exchange]
And strength prayed to be fearless like me
When the lights go out at night, I can see
Love had to ask me where I
The People's Republic of lemony fresh.
The People's Republic of chocolaty delicious.
The People's Republic of lumps in my oatmeal.
The People's Republic


door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath 

you're out of 

commission you're tarred and feathered and covered in
Same is the low-flying day of the Vultureman
Circling the earth I go
Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom
Nearer the boots to the stolid floor
[Raw J]
I feel so misunderstood
so I write these rhymes tryin to relate
but it sho ain't easy

now as this poetry flows in me
I try to keep
Grilled potatoes and vegetables 
With roasted garlic and basil
Zucchini ziti 
Granola fruit bar
Jerk, cucumbers, spinach, soup
Spiced oatmeal with