Four-Footed F*ckah (How to Deal With an Unruly Fetch) From InfoPlease: psy*cho*pomp Pronunciation: (sI'kO-pomp"), [key] --n. a person who conducts spirits or souls to the other world, as Hermes or Charon. So leave me like that As if I don't care Alone in the world Well f*ck you, you mutt! You want to now reach me? I'll give you my digits - This one in the middle Is meant just for you. I don't need a genius As worthless as you - Go chase some poor girl And don't f*ck with me. I don't need your hungers You wicked flame-bringer - I have just the torch To give you a greet. Don't think I don't know What your schemes cost my life And I'll let you just know - It comes out of your hide! You've broken my heart And twisted my mind - You scruffy-tailed bastard! Don't think I don't know. Unlike my good friends I had no real choice - So screw you, Coyote - And no kiss for you! Tobacco is sacred Or at least to your wish So f*ck your damn weed Go choke on its taste! The God that I chose Be She Hebrew or Celt Just doesn't have fleas - So go take a bath! And goddesses bide So why follow you? You fail as a totem And f*ck with my friends. Don't f*ck with my wife Or mess with the Fox You lamer with fur And bad taste galore. Run *next to me* You mangy-*ssed dog But your gray tail end Is a boring, sad sight. Don't come around here Unless you bring help - And don't lay to waste My life's wants and goals. I go my own way Now that you've left me be - Let's see what the future Will bring to us both. copyright 10 September 2001, Birmingham, AL by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw