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"It's Crowded On The Balcony" is a poem written by Bun von Bunnington between the 6720th and the 6741st of September 1993. It is generally accepted to be the greatest poem in [[tanasinn|existence]]. 

== Lyrics ==

fucking garbage<br>
Whereupon ruminating waters there oft reclin'd a young boy<br>
But it turned out that she had a [[penis]]<br>
The world in her eyes, so blue and wet<br>
The eyes in her wet, so worldly and blue<br>
[[DQN|D.Q.N.]] was him!?<br>
I scaled the seas in search of some sordid secret<br>
I can't wait to bomb some dodongoes<br>

A thousand lines were drawn in the sand<br>
Alas, cruel fate! <br>
Extreme prejudice in all dimensions; thoughtful: shameful? Powerful<br>
Twisting, tearing, writhing, screaming . <br>
So soft, so delicate - but no longer!<br>
'Silent as the sea siphoning seals, splendid as the surf, surely you are joking, my dear professor, sir?'<br>
And so it goes<br>
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!<br>

[[Under the moon loli to issho|Beneath the lunar orb, together with a young girl]] <br>
A secret in a bottle of marmalade<br>
The mind silenced, the body speaks: and quite loudly<br>
Window degree [[waifu|wife]]<br>
Healing, uniting, calming, silently<br>
ＤＥＡＴＨ！<br>
Her tender lips parted and those familiar words came out:<br>
Life! Prosperity! Wealth!<br>

Like a [[mittens|mitten]] blown away by the wind<br>
Dozing for millennia, a brazen bolt of [[mittens]] arcs with regal restitution <br>
I want to be a computer!<br>
He thrusts his mitts against her bust<br>
Unknowing of the inherent inferiority of gloves<br>
Till death do us part<br>
Glistening, warm, dripping and long.<br>
Yesterday and today and tomorrow as well<br>

The world of memories we see is ghosts trapped in the flesh<br>
Soggy noodles taste like a spittle<br>
Standing in this puddle of piddle<br>
The world spins faster once we've all lain down to die<br>
Some minutes seem longer than others<br>
I spend them, mostly, under the covers<br>
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAああああああああああああ<br>
Forever burnt into my retinas<br>

== Controversy ==

The above structure is not, in fact, how the commissioner of the poem requested. The original would have been an estimated 61 lines long, more than a third of which would have been repetitions. Certain [http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1327386591/42 Zionist radicals] demanded that the poem be restructured entirely into stanzas of only four lines each! There was an almost immediate backlash of [http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1327386591/44 Jewish fundamentalists] who resolutely stuck with >>1's divine guidance. The final version is an unholy amalgamation of the two ideals, leaving tensions strained across [[the Elitist Superstructure]].

== See Also ==
* [[DQN Short Novel]]

[[Category:Literature]]