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Posted: 3/2/2008 4:33:01 PM | And we justify global warming as we all deviate.
dancing in republican circles
two by four by ate
playing at knowledge
knowing facts few
following sheeply
in pairs of deaux
why shock, misery, sadness now?
we are the cause for all we allow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 4:34:11 PM | And we justify global warming as we all deviate.
dancing in republican circles
two by four were ate
playing at knowledge
knowing facts few
following sheeply
in pairs of deaux
why shock, misery, sadness now
we are the cause for all we allow
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 4:35:21 PM | and we justify global warming as we all deviate
what ever happened to our faith
the madness has to stop now
any way..any how
our precious mother is horribly ill
and we abuse her even still
we've got to start making good choices
and getting up to raise our voices
(sorry a little slow there....) | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3479 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/2/2008 4:49:35 PM | sorry a little slow there....
she weeps and wails and pulls her hair
and getting up to raise her voice
leaves us really with no choice
than to spank her nicely now
give her butt a dainty glow
as she smiles and asks for more
we kiss her just where she is sore
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Posted: 3/2/2008 4:51:36 PM | we kiss her just where she is sore
that fall-down drunk of a little town whore
how can she not give and give
so that we can just live and live?
oh, Mother Earth, where are we now?
have you found a haven yet??
for when the ignorant are done with you
Mother, there will be nothing left | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 4:55:59 PM | Getting up to raise our voices;
Waiting for the list of choices;
Someone else will take the stand;
Waiting for some others plan.
Nobody came forward yet;
Fear mongers have cast their net;
If we are not to be the feast;
One of us must fear the least.
Ok... Sorry... I am real slow!
Mother, there will be nothing left;
But from your breast we all must feed;
Your milk has been poisoned;
We rejoice when you bleed.
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Posted: 3/2/2008 5:11:47 PM | okay....wow u guyz write at the speed of light :)...
We rejoice when u bleed
Scoff in the face of need
Worries come a moment late
Pace unchanged: the price so great
The greatest gift to have ever been given
Allows the breath of everything living
The Physics of all, a divinely guided plan
Only to be destroyed by the "pleasure" of man | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3483 | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 6:05:15 PM | Only to be destroyed by the "pleasure" of man
I really enjoy apple sauce with my ham
bewilders my taste buds; leaves pure delight
unless its with cheese dont like vegemite
prefer women strong; indelicately posed
kisses bring blisses I always supposed
as for mother nature and all she provides
she knows my thought and how I take sides
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Posted: 3/2/2008 6:42:07 PM | she knows my thoughts and how i take sides
you underestimate me, baby, how hard i can ride
she keeps me pure, in white lace attire
you shun me, baby, in all my fire
she is the other, you are the one
which one is the only once we have begun
where does desire cross over to shame
who will it be calling me in this game | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:08:15 PM | who will it be calling me in this game
the ref or coach or fans without brains
screaming out" hit him" like some manic crazed fool
while trying to slip into golds to be cool
I never really listen to chants from the stands
its better to just play and be my own man
don't expect and sympathetic love
all those other guys are probably on drugs | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:21:48 PM | All those other guys are probably on drugs
They gotta be, allowing street thugs
to decide our nations global bizz
Clucking like monkeys ah gee wizz
wondering why in a handcart we roll
down the slippery slope,won't stop till our goal
has been reached in the end it's all up in the air
better make sure that the ozones still there | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:57:12 PM | better make sure that the ozones still there
she smiled as she slicked back her fake colored hair
her chemical colors and lead painted lips
to make sure when she kisses, her lover he sticks
those plastic bowls, china dolls, nerry a thought
of all the concoctions, with chemicals frought
the OOZE that seeps freely (but not within sight)
oh my all these greenies would take such a fright!
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Posted: 3/2/2008 8:02:40 PM | ^^^nice visuals....
oh my all these greenies would take such a fright
change of residence may be the new oversight
but then again why be different
stay with the group
rethink the best taste of salt in your soup
over the top with dallops of flair
is nothing but flavour, being the balance of
green pea soup without a care  | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3489 | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 9:08:52 PM | everything in it's place
bored as fingers with second lace
four score more to go but there I go thought I'd know
skip a rung, stick out tongue
roll eyeballs, come undone
rolf on floor
to the door, jarred wide open, welcome home
bored friend | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 9:45:42 PM | to the door, jarred wide open, welcome home
bored friend
to the cupboard we shall seek
see if there’s any food in there
Oh, my, the mice ate the cupboard bare!
A soup stone shall be the best remedy
Waining off hunger and drudgery
A cup o’ Joe for my old fellow
To warm the weary from the night | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 9:55:07 PM | To warm the weary from the night
The lawyers sought action, what a sight
Not only my hands, but he bound my mouth
No voice will be heard this night
A sad tale of legaleze
Outdone only by the virgins awkward striptease
Pimpin’ and hoin' on the corner dark
Sadder than the homeless holed up in the park | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 10:05:12 PM | Sadder than the homeless holed up in the park
People walk by a frozen body, 911 tipped by a lark
This can't be happening in our neighborhood
We're good people, read the word, do as we should
Should one doubt that the pen is mightier than the sword
Then take note, the wars outnumber peace by the board
Men and women, fiscally fit with their finest of green
Kill our babies using the word, won't admit they use Jesus to be mean | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 10:31:04 PM | Kill our babies using the word, won't admit they use Jesus to be mean
Tithe to the church, give witness to our souls unseen
Hypocrites many within their ranks
Righteous in daylight, demons in the dark
Sinners come and sinners go
Two by two down the path worn weary
Led by men to the waters edge
These voices give cause to query | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 10:58:37 PM | These voices give cause to query
How long have they been in my head?
All the more now joining
Are they truly the voice of the dead?
Am I hearing things? Am I just thinking?
Its so hard to tell mongst all the noise
Like an orchestra hanging a jury or
A judge with his Sa-10-iK toys | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3496 | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 6:11:33 AM | Ripping sheets and having fun
The KKK is a religious pun
Coffins coming with no notice
Numbers evolving grant no focus
Where's the country our ancestors died for?
She's losing her limbs--look at the score
Closed minds are worse than cell doors
With American/world politics filled with fanciful whores | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 6:43:18 AM | With American/world politics filled with fanciful whores
in the beds of corporations behind western doors
where you're being fucked over, don't you know the score?
bend over and take it, you all wanted more.
You got your cheap shoes and your big Wallmart store
Dollar stores filled with plastic crap galore
all made in China where girls die on the floors
of the factory owners that the whole world ignores. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 6:55:50 AM | of the factory owners is that the whole world ignores.
Wanting him to go away
yet in our wanting ... make him stay
He's been bought and we have paid
gluttonous souls take a bow
Look at what we learned how... to do
End world hunger ... fight the flu
Control got away from you? | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 8:07:08 AM | Control got away from you
Or did you simply give in to temptation
What flights of fancy did you pursue
Perhaps therein lies the consternation
Were I a betting man I should think I would say
You have bitten off more than you'll chew
As you recall the events of yesterday
The only one who has to live with it is you | |
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