| Bush-wacked
Posted: 3/24/2007 10:46:55 PM | Attack … defeat
pull out
say okay … get it together without guns
they don’t …
attack … destroy guns
pull out
say okay … get it together without guns
they don’t …
attack … destroy guns
pull out
say okay … get it together without guns.
Etc. until the stupid buggers learn to talk out their politics.
Don’t try to run their government.
Let them get it together.
Just take out the warlords as they pop up.
It would save thousands of troops lives and make the Global Cop a better cop.
I see poor strategy by the pentagon
mostly because of false pride
desire to will their power over every minute of the day
distrust in anyone else guiding the way
The Commander in Chief failed to protect his people
he let vengeance and pride seduce him
causing much undo suffering and deaths | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 3/24/2007 10:55:30 PM | Just take out the warlords as they pop up.
Ah! I like it!
The report of a sniper-rifle,
the silence of its affect
the boom its aftermath.
Are you suggesting
a real guerrila warefare--
the passion, the deviance,
the hush practicality,
as everyone speaks politcally?
--Because I could support that:
Assassination
and it makes
for great, violent animation.
Edit: This is pretty much sarcasm, folks. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 3/25/2007 8:45:45 AM | A crack in the thinking
something is stinking up this place we call home
so many alone
struggling for bones
the dogs are packing cell phones
schools pass out lice combs
while everyone new stands in the corner
waiting for papers
waiting for food
waiting for that freedom to extrude
Oh don't we need this illegal breed
the cheap hidden labour tucked away in the night
while rattling sabres flail through daylight
guarding the soil over top of that oil
the lubrication of superstar war machines
painted to blend into any pretend
with ultimate destruction of means
such total neglect of the green scene
all we are left with are dreams
To hell with the debt and debit regrets
some grandkids will take care of that
by then its all gone back to desert songs
where bushes no longer belong
the tribes will negotiate over bongs
instead of dropping smart bombs
bet some wish all the oil was just gone.
like bread and yeast
we kneed that middle east
then with its rise
we watch out for flies
then apply heat
we bake and then eat on the sunny shore
notice its gone in a bickering song
ethnic tribal war
guaranteed to restore
subjugation of poor | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 3/26/2007 4:39:54 PM | Let’s check them boys before prosecution starts
find some excuse to throw some darts
maybe they just have real stinky farts
or they called the bush babies hillbilly tarts
I just don’t know as these night slide bye
we hear the liberals wail and cry
injustice even in the justice system
they took some shots but I guess they missed him
Eight men out should slow the process
give the republic time to confess
though that’s quit the joke I your asking me
they’ve got eyes wide open but still don’t see
If the jig seems to be almost up
just start a new war on illegal pups
unlicenced pit bulls are a threat to world peace
I heard it first hand from the President’s niece | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 4/9/2007 8:16:40 AM | any news
reds or blues
paid up dues
different hues
broken screws
spreading flues
exhausted crews
you can choose
any trues you think will fit the hour
with the whole world left to scour
for sweet and sour tales that pale when held up to the light
of what is really wrong or right in the nights so sad
as they bomb Baghdad again
from the stroke of a pen
death emanates and blends into a never ending saga of corruption
power inflated destruction
with peace reductions acting like suction
on the will of the people
crouched under the steeple
keep all your children deaf and dumb about this one
for only some will ever think it just
as the greed says they must
entrust corporate America with all the spoils
raped and pillaged soils
toils of honest labour lost to fools with guns
oh your number one
for now
chow down on those burgers while you still own the cow
for in future when its gone
you won't belong and will wonder how | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/17/2007 10:37:44 PM | I saved this as .... Suckered .... but it could just as easily been called
Bushwacked.
[its transfered from .... first last.]
Deliberate steps with a sexy sway
down the boulevard
she walked like the queen for a day
each step was over a yard
Amazon was the first thought
then don't lose this sight
he changed direction like a shot
following into the night
Now in another part of town
stalking would go unnoticed
here with no one else around
her plan had come in focus
Round a corner to the left
then into a quiet lot
his trance had not thought of theft
until the moment caught
Left naked and soar from the attack
lying in a pool of blood
she came on over to kick his sack
then left with the other two thugs | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 5:06:59 AM | Thanks for re-posting this, Thorb, as I had missed it first time around and it's damned good!
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 7:18:21 AM | Thanks Jer .... feel free to contribute your spin on this sin.
and anyone else who sees this no win situation needing a trim.
 out Bushman. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 11:26:30 AM | Just look at the discription of the begining of this thread. Does it or does it not sound like a typical male. Thats our problem to many men running the show!!!!!!!
Think about it ladies, attack defeat and pull out....... thats all a man thinks of !!!!!! | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 11:41:27 AM | Ah, the infamous "typical male," typically savaged by the typically disappointed (?), resentful (?) typical female!
When, oh when, will we stop pasting labels on each other? | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 8:23:58 PM | Oh ... but does a lady act any different
I remember Margaret and the Falklands
attack
defeat
pull out the big gun
then just watch
as everyone goes back to normal life
not that different from a surgeon's knife
trying to cut out the disease
its just the way of the western war machines
like a bad dream
screams aren't heard above the blasts
parinoia won't retreat too fast
it keeps the wheels well oiled
for scorching desert soils
too bad there are no spoils
except good will
lost until
this song is long gone
toe tag rag
with fighting fags
body bags
clandestined shags
the odd old hag
zigs and zags
as morals sag
in the quagmire
guns for hire
razor wire
lots of liars
starting fires.
as the cryers
sing how dire
corporate buyers
tire when profits drop
then the war will stop | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/18/2007 9:01:35 PM | That was good. You're on a roll tonight.
Not sure what kind of roll, but it's good shit. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/19/2007 9:49:48 AM | Thanks ravin .... I'm sure you could pust something together for this protest thread.
a roll ... hmmm
ain't no bank roll
ain't no bed roll
so must be a jelly roll. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/19/2007 1:28:06 PM | I keep forgetting its not about oil
But freedoms that some would despoil
And weapons of mass destruction
Deployed without U.S. instruction
And spreading love of democracy
While sparing the Saudi autocracy
"Coup d' etat" sound so strange
Lets use "regieme change."
Jihadists have warned us they boil
At infidels on Arab soil.
So lets surge into this
With boys few will miss
Poor whites,blacks and hispanics
Won't cause country club types to panic.
The rewards of this venture are certain
to shareholders of Haliburton.
I don't mean to offend but where will this end?
No, I'm not disloyal
I keep forgetting its not about oil. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/23/2007 9:25:37 PM | thanks mother for the rant ....
I like to think the venting might do something
though I feel its like dancing with myself
or just a few friends in the basement
If we took it out into the street
I'm sure lots of people would agree
though for safety
rather silently.
afraid the man will see
then one more statistic
one more misfit
bushwhacked out back
now who's gonna feed the family
who's gonna take care of the dog
who's gonna coach little league
or make entries into the blog
Seems our hands are tied
by trying to keep the ride
dancing round and round
watching things go down
still
we can cling to hope
the rope frays from ultra violet and acid
letting some break free
climb capitol hill with determined will
take parliament back for family
for friendship love and peace
spend on making a better end
eliminate poverty
Now that's easy to say
not so easy to do
but if you don't try
we all are through.
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/24/2007 8:08:04 PM | Throb
Glad you started this thread, but disappointed that people aren't jumping more on board with this. Its a great idea!
Where's the blinking outrage!
Come on fellow poets -this war and the administration behind it has got to be
a upsetting more than 5 or 6 ofus!
Sound off!
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/27/2007 7:37:34 AM | Here's a hundred billion .... hey let's make it a trillion
what's it come down to in the end
just ink on some paper
just lines on a pager
a lot of grunt labour
slavery to the tax man my friends
working for past divide and conquer trends
thoughts that depend on no faith
no common bonding to take place
not that realistic
with the internet statistics
splitting atoms around teenage waists
cobalt makes such a nice blue
don't you think that too
shadows of me and you
cast on the walk
or burnt into rock
when carbonization is through
I wonder about the world view
in twenty two twenty two
[Thanks REM for trying to get some people to get off their apathetic or parinoid corporate ass] | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/27/2007 9:09:02 AM | There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
The cool kids were all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop.
On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
What would they die for?
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor;
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a fu*king Pepsi.
Institution.
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air,
And marketing healthcare.
They demonize welfare,
Middle class eliminated,
Rich get richer til the poor get educated.
But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefathers arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
The briefcase, the freebase
The sickness, the symptom
When the cameras start rollin' stay the **** outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase the freebase
The sickness the symptoms
When the cameras start rollin'...
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,
Save the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my disease,
I need a taste of what it's like.
Living off the fat of kings,
I play the scab at your hunger strike.
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.
One love, one life, one too many victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one party system.
Media goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music’s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall.
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war.
Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.
It fu*ks you up good, but its not that bad.
They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.
God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.
Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about the global war,
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
They call the shots
but they're not in the line of fire.
I call the cops
but they're breakin the line of duty
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.
The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.
So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfu*kin' brothers and sisters. | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 5/31/2007 9:40:26 PM | "Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion."
~Oscar Wilde | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 7/18/2007 4:32:06 PM | (from first line, last line)
"It will come back to bite you in the a**"
Thats what I said when this war began
Before it was fashionable to do so
When we were still reeling punch-drunk
From the bitter cup of 9-11
And burning with righteous indignation
That someone should pay, anyone would do.
And now, we hold a country divided
Bursting at the seams with anger and fear.
There are thousands of our boys dead
Tens of thousands of theirs.
I never thought vendication
Could feel this bad or
That it would be this painful to say
"I told you so." | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 7/20/2007 7:03:37 AM | yes mother there is a problem
when allegorical stories are taken for reality
and people profess with constant banality
they are speaking with the voice of God
the last time it happened it wasn't from man
but a burning bush showed its hand
slapping a disillusioned downtrodden soul
into righteous indignation about human goals
later a saviour said don't take it all to heart
just guide yourself with a charitable part
subdue the greed and vengeful desires
let Samaritan natures take your love higher
remember that help came from an infidel
so don't let your pride or tribe cast a spell
over common sensed to lend your free hand
to lift up the stumbled or fallen little man
Live by the sword and die by it too
that is the truth they always told you
so why would you ever even pick up a sword
when pens are much stronger with an accord
pseudo neo Christian fundamentalist liars
try to skew doctrine into self power desires
enslaving the hordes of partial believers
with promise of salvation in organized grievers
break that commandment and kill for the king
rape and pillage barbarian things
cast the infidel into hell fire
never second guess the cleric's desire
a warrior will only be satisfied through blood
spilt on the ground by another warrior's love
death and honour and glory and fame
collateral damage is ignored in their game
take it to them in a genocidal rampage
like Sherman through Atlanta in another age
war crime is actually just starting the war
all who go along are a part of that score
Conscientious objectors get all kinds of flack
some are even shot in the back
others get daddy to pay for a commission
stationed in a nowhere on a secret mission
George was named by another George
and if I recall right he wants his head on a gorge
to shine in the moonlight as peasants look up
stone eyed and solemn like some lost little pup
I wonder when that smirk will get whipped
when the training wheels get taken off of his bike
when he has to sand up and admit all the wrong
when he actually learns the words to the song.
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 6/7/2008 2:16:11 PM | confused, lost to philosophy.
thoughts ending in circles
and hard to free
tease the string
and find the end
unbend
the twists
and loose the knots
follow straight thought
connect the dots
preemptive wars
are seldom won
they line their pockets
with our young
and record profits
oil has brung
from destabilization
and speculation
and we are not done
paying yet
in boys
or trillion dollar debt
follow money's dirty trail
where it ends
and pull the nail
from sacrificial hands | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 6/7/2008 6:21:17 PM | Was just chatting yesterday with someone about where what I've been looking at lately would fit in here. This seems a good spot!
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Rarely think about it
Unless it severely interferes with rush-hour commute
Or the World Trade Center is bombed
Or gasoline prices rise inexplicably
Or the radio informs that young soldiers will be shipped off
To cities we can neither pronounce or locate on a map
What's eating those nations over there?
Why can't they just settle in with the evening sitcoms,
Call a meeting the next morning, and split the difference?
Baffling
The West has a long, richly documented history
Of not having a clue
As to how unravel the myths and confusions
History. Theology. Archeology. Geopolitics.
Converging so dangerously
In the sound-bytes and suicide bombs | |
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| Bush-wacked
Posted: 6/9/2008 6:07:50 PM | Thanks for the contri's and ideas you float
itst so nice to think so soon that boat
won't float no more
retired back to redneck ranch
no kudos in his pants
maybe some red fire ants if we are lucky
to watch him jump and dance a bit
squirming to get out of his shit
left behind for the rest to fix
now we need real magic not tricks. | |
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