Lizzie Borden took a hatchet,
because, in case you didn't catch it,
she didn't need that long a handle.
Sincerely yours, Dave Crandall
"Lizzie, to reckon any amount,
you must learn your sums and learn to count."
(So, Mr. and Mrs. Borden said,
and it got into Lizzie's thick head).
What an unfortunate situation,
when she found another application!
murder happened back in 1892, so it's not like relatives are still mad, right?
But maybe they are all mad in Falls River, Massachusetts
Maybe they were always mad
Maybe Lizzie Borden was not even the culprit
All we know is
that someone has taken the head of this statue
a statue of one of the most famous
"maybe a female murderess" in the USA
Lizzie Borden.
What date was the head taken? Someone asked me.
August the 4th, same date as the murdrers
of Lizzie's father and stepmother in 1892.
Before Mr. Peanut an advertising team created Elsie the Cow
At the Borden Milk Company, Elsie, a Jersey heifer, was a wow.
she was introduced with three friends- Blossom, Bessie and Claire.
Four years later in 1940 Elsie the Cow was a feature at the World’s Fair
Better known now than Mickey Mouse, most famous icon around.
Living in handsome “colonial barn”, where she was safe and sound.
As a child I wanted Bordens, because every jug featured Elsie’s face.
Mother would not purchase it, for it was two cents more, a big disgrace.
murder happened back in 1892, so it's not like relatives are still mad, right?
But maybe they are all mad in Falls River, Maryland
Maybe they were always mad
Maybe Lizzie Borden was not even the culprit
All we know is
that someone has taken the head of this statue
a statue of one of the most famous
"maybe a female murderess" in the USA
Lizzie Borden.
What date was the head taken? Someone asked me.
August the 4th, same date as the murdrers
of Lizzie's father and stepmother in 1892.
Borden’s milk had a gorgeous sidekick cartoon cow, Elsie.
In the Midwest we had Elsie dolls, Elsie curtains, Elsie pins.
I wanted Borden’s milk more than anything in the world.
My cousin had it, because her parents bought it.
My parents bought another brand of milk.
Because it was two cents a year cheaper.
I could tell the difference.
I would not drink our cheap milk.
I had been to my cousin’s house
My aunt was evil and she made me drink their milk.
It was tasty. I told my mother I would drink Borden’s.
She insisted I could not tell the difference.
She gave me a taste test.
She told me I had chosen the cheap milk.
I knew this was a lie.
Thirty years later she told me I had chosen Borden’s.
But they had to save that two cents.
Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
I am a chocolate milk child of Scooby-Doo Saturdays
The leggings-clad, laced-gloved Material Girl teenager
Who will soon be a half-century
Who is mother to no son or daughter
Who parents a household of four legs and fur
Some days I am the bride
Some days, the dishwasher
Some days I am Florence Nightingale
Some days, Lizzie Borden
Some days, I am pleased with what I finish
Some days, I don't know where to begin
Some days, I am a bridge
Some days, a wall
Some days I am the lift
Some days, the fall
Some days I am the structure of silk
Some days I am patchwork plaid
Some days I am the rock of reason
Some days, the wind of chaos
Some days I am an apostle of ink
Some days I am a pagan page
In ambitious acceptance and calm confusion
Like a rainbow - I am an illusion.
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(Limerick)
When Lizzie (Borden) saw what she's done
Thought to herself that was so much fun
So she whack them again
And again and again
Then laughed aloud at what she's done!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
09.16.2014
used for thousands of years to
cut down trees & then to chop them up &
then slice and dice them into
everything from mulch to boards used to
build a plethora of domiciles,
the axe (probably first formed from a crude piece of
wood that was tied to a sharp stone by raw-hide or
the tar of trees)
became used as a
weapon---
what a useful device, the
axe,
with which humans could both build
civilizations
&
tear them down,
within the same
determined
swing.
these facile machines
which when comprised of any metals---
be them bronze, iron, steel or copper,
soon evolved,
partially sliced in half at the top &
was then divided---
they became more efficient in the fight
against trees that were standing
as well as humans that were standing in
the way of
others.
& to digress,
i wonder what kind of axe it was
that lizzy borden chose to use
when she hacked up her parents in
fall river, mass., that august 4th in
1892---
maybe one could ask those that make
pilgrimages to the house
where the murders were committed,
in order to pay
money & then
sleep there
overnight.
ah, america.
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And killed the man from the income tax
When she saw what she had done,
She went off to kill another one
Once you leave
You wont be the same
Out with the old
In with the new
Look at the new you
The outer body remains the same
But inner has changed
Turn away from your past
Look to a future that will last
Lay all your Borden down
Receive your Christian crown
You’ve just been washed by the blood he shed for you
Now go out and live for him
That’s all he asks of you
Oh dear lord
What will we do
If we get stuck with
President Clinton - Part two!
The people of this country
Will get what they deserve.
If they are foolish enough
to vote for HER.
A woman for President
Not a problem that I see.
But I'd vote for Lizzie Borden
Before I'd vote for that frigid Queen.
Once firmly enthroned in her Castle
The Liberal left will be in their glory
But as for the average American
We'll sure as hell be sorry!
So on this day, I say dear Lord
Give the American people some sense
Send anyone other than Hillary to Washington
And keep this wicked viper from our nest
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