Scar Tissue and the F bomb
Rage’s pretty white child has lost its teddy bear,
It whose lips he knew and who hugged him tenderly.
We’ve been witness to this foxtrot under the dimness of fear.
Heard him cry “O! How I do love thee, my wooly god!”
Heard him screech of the emptiness pounding his ears
When no one thought to challenge the lopsided score.
Throngs of emotion have dreamed of him
Wished his razor-sharp word would pierce their skin,
The frowned face caked atop their melancholy mug
As the cold flesh of emptiness left its unique scar.
Now his followers madly grimace as truth tumbles down
Upon the soft rear of indifference… and babies cry.
Rise up tender child! Bravely swim back to us
Through the red water and bone! Back to the asylum!
Secret Order – Attack al Qaeda in many Countries
Coming in low, over the streets, over flesh,
Coming to free their bandaged minds of such rumbling,
Terror plummets down as savior and Christ!
Obama Plans to Close Gitmo
To do now what peace should have done before
To seal up fear and anguish within the whispering walls;
Reverse a whore’s work and shackle hubris.
Brooks and Done
“no leaders,"
"world of pain,"
"no coherent belief system."
“circular firing squad”
“complete disaster”
“want Palin to lead them out of the wilderness”
“I loved Reagan, but those days are over”
Amen…
Lindsay Lohan, Bi or Lesbian?
Who gives a measly rat’s ass?
© 2008 mrp/tpm
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