come to me all rats in my granary
I have a feast for you
husks and shells of groundnuts
but after though beating
you live in shelter without renting
eat fresh food without permission
sewerage system you use freely
lay down your belly for caning
Come you rats in my granary
line up and make your statement
Tell me why you deserve no beating
you eat food for my children
then thank me by mixing it with refuse!
Categories:
caning, destiny, life, satire,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
With a new world in the making
Positively no mistaking
No need for hesitating
With no line and no waiting
Welcome to the new world order
Closed minds with open borders
What have we done to our sons and daughters
We'd call someone who cares but we've run out of quarters
A generation made up of nip and tuck
Using the government as a living crutch
With no if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Peace, love, and understanding
Never before has been so demanding
Play the laughter track the networks are caning
In the meantime, enter the sandman
To sleep off the thoughts that differ from you
Without a care if they are or if they are not true
It won't change your mind one iota or clue
Where under the sun there's nothing new
You can kick and scream all you want
We know you know you know how to cuss
No if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Categories:
caning, hate, love,
Form: Rhyme
It is my understanding that in certain backward thinking countries
that if a woman is caught sun bathing topless publicly,
that her bare bottom will be caned for the public to see.
Sounds kind of hypocritical if you ask me,
especially if she was convicted of exposing herself indecently publicly,
but it turns out that two caning sentences she did receive.
One for her topless incident and one for her caning publicly
whereupon her bottom would be exposed indecently for the public to see.
... After the caning is complete her bare bottom is terribly scarred and bloody.
Caning Is Barbaric And Should Be History
if we truly do see ourselves as a higher evolved specie.
Categories:
caning, angst, life, pain, for
Form: Rhyme
once when the world was young and made sense
Back then when sense was so real and solid
Before green waves that hid the sky and shuddered feet
Well after the candle lit bomb shelter westerns
And ineffectual caning for honor's defense
When devious means became commonplace
To deal with intellectual incompetence
It may have been when learning to enter with the jews
Thus avoiding the first half hour of assembly
And allowing time to do the last night's homework
Skills honed to perfection that made insane navy life easier
The trick was and is knowing when and when not
Without this knowledge trust evaporates in karma's winds
But with constant care comes a freer more independent life
And satisfaction of having had more precious time
With finer responsible friends
Categories:
caning, life, life, time, ,
Form: Bio