Let's get this straight, am I to understand this guy
walked his first tightrope at the towers of Notre Dame,
gargoyles with wire cutters ready to snip his fame,
Le Stryge spits, First animists, now this: Tell me why.
Next, the nut's on a wire between the twin towers
in Manhattan, just before the Saudis struck oil,
and waves to the jet with bin Ladens fleeing. Royal
vicissitudes kumquat zimbabwe soup powers.
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Let's face it Philippe Petit's an arsonist
and a crazy little mumblepot who must die.
One day some gargoyle will cry out, Reach for the sky,
and shock the f*cker, and he'll fall with a raised fist.
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Why the f*ck the doodle day do we need crazies
flying in the air, no nets, pushing up daisies?
