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4/15/2016 6:03:25 PM Bob Atkinson Posts: 294	**got to thinking about the price we pay for political correctness, and why Sturgis and Woodstock are necessary* An Inn and a Tavern - by -Bob Atkinson a tavern hosts us openly with wine to fill our gut food, drink and plesantries and all those goodies bunched a wench to flirt with sincerely as we spend our meagar coin many games, songs to sing stories here get told an inn, on one's other hand serves us beer or ale gives us a bed to sleep in and for our needs a pail we call them "public houses" "pubs" for short if you've not time before tipping glass to lips to cross eyes forgetting why why we need companionship when at home our kegs stay full wonders of humanity's mood and our need to grab a girl oh yes, we've come a long way social customs have advanced to where we do what we like and others never ask may cross your eyes at this revision of our norms but normalcy detracts from nature makes us emotional pawns we see not animal instincts refuse to accept good fact we're not machines with values fixed had enough of that we need to decide in unison here on this judgment day do we want to stay animals or to machinery pray those who find correctness a better way to go need think this through completely before our sky brings snow for snow's what we've been fed to keep us all in line shouldn't we have fun with this our shortened mortal lives
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4/16/2016 4:29:05 PM Anthony Guccia Posts: 5	Totally like the theme.... I have a poem called "Cuervo's Conquest" .... it has a similar, yet slightly more vulgar theme... I have a few suggestions on some wording... you can take them or leave it... But, here it is.... First line... The tavern openly our host, with win (we) fill our gut? food, drinks, and pleasantries those goodies all in a bunch... (only because the gut and bunch are a stronger soft rhyme than gut and bunched, don't even know if you were going for that soft rhyme, but it seemed like it.) A suggestion... next stanza.... with wench I flirt sincerely and we spend our meager pay (used pay, because you can rhyme it with the next line if you change that just a slight bit.) Many games, songs to sing, new stories told all day.... or just stories told all day.... next stanza.... an inn, on one hand, serves us beer or ale. A bed for us to sleep in, the bathroom is a pale. (just rewording.... if you like it, keep it) Next, We call them public houses, pubs, if I haven't got the time. before tipping glass to lips, my cross eyes start to cry, or lie... my cross eyes always lie...... next line... kegs are full, instead of stay... stanza or two down... Cross your eyes at this revision, of our social norms, normalcy detracts our self nature, breeding emotional pawns Ignore our animal instincts, refusing even fact, not machines of fixed value, seen enough of that. we need to decide in unison, here on judgment day. Continue on as Animals, or become machine's prey those who find correctness, the better way to go, Please think it through completely, before our sky begins to snow. Truly it is snow, we are being fed, to keep us each in line. Shouldn't we have some fun with this, our short and mortal lives..... I don't know... I hope your not mad I tried to change some stuff around... I just love word play and non sense... I am also a never ending tweaker, I can never leave my work alone. I will change everything five hundred times..... Drives me nuts, and I am probably now driving you nuts as well. Anyways, I hope you don't take offense. Besides the word play, I enjoy the theme... an Avid party/bar goer myself....
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