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Sunday?
Wow!
Sunday,
'monday

Sunday,

Saturday. . .tuesday through
- monday'!

Saturday. . .

And thus the calendar,
In all of it's colorful disguises
Was presented to
The bored & miserable people
Everywhere!

Gregcery issued a memo on it.
Whereupon the entire contents
Of the steno pool
Identified with it strenuously,
And worshipped it as a way of life,
And took their little pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By it,
Because now. at last,
Crecgery peccary's exciting new

Invention
Had made it possible
For everyone
To find out
How old they were!

What hath God wrought?

Unfortunately,
There were some people
Who simply did not wish to
Know,
And that's why,
On his way home from the office
One night,
Greggery was attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out eyeballs, trying to run him
Off the road, or make him bump into
Something, giving strong evidence
Of hostile aggression!

To elude them, greggery takes the
Short forest exit off the express-
Way. they zoom after him in all
Manner of cars. trucks,
Garishly-painted buses, and
Motorcycles.

Greggery takes a bumpy trail
Off the main short forest road,
Which leads him up the side
Of a famous (and convenientlv
Placed) mountain, and into a strange
Cave on the edge of a cliff, not far
From a little twisted tree. . .with
Eyes on it.

Meanwhile, the enraged hunchmen
(and hunch-'women) rumble
Through the short forest until
(realizing the little swine has
Escaped, they decide to park their
Steaming vehicles in a circular
Pseudo-wagon train formation. . .

And have a love-in!

Under the influence of a fantastic
Amount of trendy chemical amusement
Aid, they proceed to perform lewd
Acts, rip each other off for small
Personal possessions, and dance
With depraved abandon in the vicinity
Of a six-foot pile of transistor radios
Each one tuned to a different station).

What?

The hunchmen finally expire
From exhaustion,
And greggery,
Who has viewed the proceedings
From a safe distance,
Breathes a sigh of relief. . .

Phew!
Only to be terrified once again
By a roar of immense laughter. . .

Ho! ho! ho!

Which seems to be rumbling up
From the very depths of the cave
In which he has hidden his car!

(good lord! what was that!? )

Grecgery doesn't realize
He has concealed himself
Inside the very mouth of
Billy the mountain!

Ho! ho! ho!

And, as you all know,
Whenever billy laughs,
Rocks and boulders hack up,
And the air for miles around
Is filled with tons of dust,
Forming a series of huge
Brown clouds!

Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days?
Ho is making those new brown clouds?
Better ask a philostopher 'n see what he says!

Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone

Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?

Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?

How many yez got?
Say yez got quite a few,
Just sittin' around there
With nothin' to do?

Well I just called yez up
'cause I wanted to see
A pilostoper be of assistance
To me!
Gregce

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