and they're all waiting for your hot track

read some whack poems today in english. here they are. we didn't finish analyzing them though. the stuff i figured out i put in bold.

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in kathmandu did chaka khan a greatly measured moan by me. and what famed piece its power from a blast crouches [two words] bedly hands to be shorn. settles on a het slack frau. no iuds but in flings. our compassion hit the light. a fan's speech should expend one's clasp or what's a semaphore. 'til humane choices shake us, and we frown.

i have my books & my pornography to protect me. i have yielded in my amour. i am a crock, i am a lying man. all the holy peepholes, why do they all hum glum? i am a lowly fainter, i give in a pox of taint. joys, joys, joys, of an addict. i can't get no status action. keep me lurching for that art of old. however, whether mine? this pun goes out to the fun i shove.

-- stephen cain, "torontology"

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"all the holy peepholes, why do they all hum glum" = "all the lonely people, where do they all come from?"

etc. figure it out then tell me.