The Troutwaxing Boddhisatvas are noted for the loving, pure quality of their hymns to "Bob." The lyrical nature and calming feel of this poetry is known throughout the Orient as one of the gates to enlightenment. Read and be healed.

Face Raping Bats

by Boddhisatva Troutwaxer (tungtung@pacbell.net)

Get over here you little pink
No, I don't care what sex you are
I'll tell you what sex to be!!
Just get down on your knees and
Do the "Bob" damned job.

Sure my sperm moves by itself
I'm a child of the Yeti ya fuckin' glorp
Just don't wipe it off
That'll bring the face raping bats for sure!!

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PRAISE THE HATE

by Boddhisatva Troutwaxer (tungtung@pacbell.net) and Vid Da Hell

Dobbs is Hate.
Dobbs is Woe.
Dobbs is the destruction
Of all the normals have built.
Praise the Hate!!

Fear Dobbs!!
He is the hot nuclear breath of pstench cleansing
He is the gallows from which all ruin hangs like
A rotting corpse.
The wisdom of his engorged hate
Has evicted the small still voice
From its rented room at the top of our skulls.
Praise the Hate!!

He made the Yeti stand erect with hate
Made the Yeti stand out
From amid the beasts of the fields
Made them rise again!!
Praise the Hate!!

From his loins spurted forth
The primal subgenius gene
He came and hurt bloated sperm - hate with tails
Probed all orfices and spawned us in the wombs
Of pit bulls.
Praise the Hate!!

He is the father of our Hate
The father of us all
At his command every subgenius would die
To kill a single pink.
Praise.
Praise the Hate!!

Praise the holy healing hate
Of "Bob."

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