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WWII has been over for 66 years &
for some reason those responsible for the production of captain america: the first avenger
think that now is a good time to bring back a douche bag
who was originally called “super american”
by his creator, joe simon
(an obviously generic label amongst all the other “super” heroes that was even too much
for the morons at marvel to run with),
& so the captain was born
because
“there weren’t a lot of captains” in comics.
originally this super american punched
hitler in the face & sold almost a million
copies when that first march 1941 issue
hit the newsstands,
capitalizing on a war fervor that was
explosive in the US before pearl harbor had
even been attacked---
super american & his sidekick “bucky” went
on to fight more nazis & the japanese until
bucky died & was replace by “betsy ross,”
the super american’s fbi agent girlfriend---
modeled on the woman who is said to have
sewn the first american flag, betsy did not revive
the dying series,
mainly because the nationalism that was burning bright
during “the great war”
had burnt out during the cold war period &
so the captain & his flag sewing girlfriend ended up
ceasing after 75 issues,
by which time the whole fiasco had been retitled
captain america’s weird tales---
such justice doesn’t happen often,
it is a shame that it took 75 issues to bring it
about.
now that this new film is about to be release out into the world,
given the state of america’s wonderful reputation
(a bit different than in 1941) as the world’s policeman
who stops at nothing to rape this planet of its natural resources,
squeezing every last drop into its own mouth,
one might wonder how the producers of this film expected to
bring in a dime---
isn’t it bad enough that bombs, troops & drones are storming into
other countries?
now we have to throw it up on the silver screen as well?
it turns out that the film’s title is to be changed for release in
russia, south korea & the ukraine
to only the first avenger.
just what exactly is this super american avenging now?
it seems that now the big
bad
boogeyman
is
us & if there was anyone to be
avenged,
it would be
those that we have stomped on,
those that we continue to stomp on &
those
who we plan on stomping on in the future.
mandatory monopoly to teach kids a business sense
life long school writing career to help set up your children for success
filing cabinets for councellors to read through
to help your children reach their aspirations
by grade 12 the book edited and presented to the market
anyone can do this
writing a book to heal the mind
pick 5 or 7 names
write descriptive nonsense about them everyday
and don't bother putting it in order
Paying attention to your themes
realise when you have a breakthrough write
then rewrite that story
the miracle of the womb of dreams
women's intuition of an infants first introduction to it's creator
mom a subconcious prophet who just doesn't know
freud of the denial of sexual knowledge
jung of psychological awareness
all ties together learning to think through emotion
due to discomfort of heat and hunger
A gift to the world i have given you an oracle
sending the soldiers of god
walking the globe in circles to their enlightenment
by mastermining your war efforts
you can make war impossible
cities with their own magnetic poles strategically placed
the order of the compas points different for each quadrant of the world
The second generation Internet
pending approval before it is viewable
Bank robbing police in my backyard
its almost time for your funeral
Telling the well people to build an arc
just in case
you like to travel anyway
something better to do than poison your children
and repeat unpleasant mistakes
mandatory firefighting enlistments
preparing for droughts and floods
the war of our world v.s the wrath of mother nature
fought hard with the plan to end famine
still wondering about the missing priests
who allowed criminal refuge
children the victoms in one way
adults recieving the wrong sermon
Richy rich calling scotland yard
many of my dreams have been stolen
would like to go have tea with the queen
welcome to the Next level
the game of making ones life unfair
studied to induce suicide through psychology
waiting for you to come into my life to give me a gun
thinking i might fall for your good intentions
i won't
that much poison in my veigns
bank robbing police
if there is a problem solving this mystery
you just might attend some of the worst case scenarias
i have been living
Dad, why are those men carrying flags?
Because it's a parade
To honor our country
Then the little boy asked,
Were you an Army man?
Yes, I was.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Why do the Army men in wheelchairs
Have ribbons on their chests?
They're for bravery son
Do you have any?
I wasn't as brave as them.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Can I be a soldier one day?
Only if you grow up big and strong
Stand tall and straight
Have a steady hand
With good eyes
And aren't afraid
Then you can be a soldier.
Sitting around the kitchen table
Listening to their fathers and uncles talk of the days when they were young
Boys grow up
Listening to the glories of war
Adventure and camaraderie
And guns and things.
Years later another war begins
From old wounds never healed
Young boys become men
And answer the call
During the war
Soldiers slog on
Mired in mud
Deep in fight
They obey this
And do that
But no one wants
To see a soldier
On his back.
Politicians will say
The outcome of war
Rests with the people
But once the war starts
And the killings begin
Politics becomes business
Dirty tricks a diversion
And truth a casualty.
People ask
Who is in charge?
No one answers
Reasons not given
Only lies and
Pointed fingers
And the voice at the top
Has no blame.
But one thing is certain
When all is said
There will be bloodshed and
Many dead.
Ask the old men
Who know about war
And drink to memories of long ago
Boys were led to believe
Stories made of lies
The simple truth
Never told
Is fathers lied
And soldiers died.
(i wrote this when i was 13 so i know its a little rough)
after that fight my sight wasnt so clear. im sorry i dont tell you everything, i have a fear.
i just cant open up to you for fear. i keep it from you for fear of....
(chorus)the beast i keep inside tears me apart. i try so hard to keep the demon of my
mind caged, but sometimes the mask falls off. i want to tell you everything, but i cant. i
run from myself cause im afraid the beast i keep locked up will catch up and take over
me. im in a war vs. myself and im afraid im losing. im losing.
the lock in my heart is rusted and old. my tears are acid that brakes the lock. with every
tear i trip a little bit more and i fall a little more behind. im catching up with myself and
im ready to fall. oh im ready to. im ready. oh take my life away.
(chorus)
now as i walk the halls of my mind i find no monster lurking around the corner. there is
no beast awaiting to tear me apart. the demon i thought i saw has disapeared. the war
has been fought. and i can finaly say i won.
Dont you ever wonder
Just what life can be
If only you knew the answer
How easy it might seem
You see, we are all prisoners
stuck hopelessly inside our own skin
we never know if what we know
is worth the keeping in
how can we be who we are
if who we are is not
we are all what weve created
in hopes of being not
just another person
in an even more hopeless world
our thoughts become our passions
and passions are easily lost
to who we know and what they know
we affect our every thought
a war of who who is better
a war of endless hope
a war to try to figure out
if we are what we have hoped
so tell me this with honesty
and tell me this to see
if you are you and i am me
and we become what we cant be
then how are we to live?