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Oh, Father Dear!
When my children were small, I played with them, I was
a good father carried them on my shoulders, but when
they became teenagers and truculent I lost all interest in
their silly arguments paid for their education and went
abroad to live in our second home in Spain.
My children never write or ring, their mother, who didn’t
come to live with me, says it is because I had forsaken
them. I paid for their university and used my influence to get
their well-paid jobs, yet they feel I should have done more
I think they should be ashamed of themselves.
It was me and my actions that made them independent
beings who can look after themselves; and I know after
I`m gone they will understand, I’m not the cuddling type,
but I made them whole; and yes, I think of them often,
love them very much, but will not seek their approval.
And if anyone of them read this and think the old man
has gone soft and sent me letters of love I will, without
a second thought, tell them to piss off, my money will go
to my second family in Spain, I have young children here
and I carry them on my shoulders every day.
Laugh in the places
Where you have cried.
It is not healthy to keep
Things on the inside.
Try in the places
Where You have given up.
If you’re a big dog,
You can't piss like a pup.
Show love in the places
You can hate.
Always start out with
A clean slate.
See things where you were
Once blind.
Remember, you can always
Change your mind.
Exit through the
Entrance door.
Always be on the
Look out for.
Slow down when you
Think you need to speed.
Don't give into the
Likes of greed.
Trust where you once
believed in doubt.
Sometimes you have
To ride it out.
Be honest in the places
Where you lied.
Always try to be on
The safe side.
Be kind where you
Were once mean.
Try not to make
A big scene.
Find faith where there
Is no hope.
Some days you can feel
The slipping rope.
Be right in the places
You were wrong.
No matter what,
keep plugging along.
Turn the other cheek,
before you fight.
Sometimes you have to,
Set things right.
Turbo1904 ?
Coffee is a reasonable substitute
for spirit possession.
Surely your heart will tremble,
open the gateway
for earthquakes to exist
within the fault lines
of your fingers —
but at least your pants will be piss free
when the officer asks you
to dance along the straight line.
And when he asks, “are you nervous?”
you’ll respond in the affirmative.
Explain how since 1996
you’ve been waiting for the day
an asteroid directly impacts your car
as you sip espresso
heading southbound on the I-10,
on your way to work.
And you won’t have to explain to your coworker
why your pants are missing,
ass in the air,
bad decisions spilled
on the fresh mopped floor —
dreading the ride in,
knowing he knows
you’d never compete
with his fresh ironed shirt.
This morning I chose slow drip,
because life moves fast enough.
Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade
where you must balance precariously
for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall
It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all
It’s far too risky to care
to put yourself out there
You slipped once before
perhaps you were pushed
It left a nasty scar
which is quite a coincidence
You’ve never been the same since
as when a child’s innocence
has been stolen away
Wisdom is won by such wounds
but much can be lost too
We are all simply people who
eat, drink, piss, sh*t and screw
until we come to our inevitable end
A few are fortunate and do it
in penthouses, mansions
fancy flats in exclusive sections of cities
sleeping on satin sheets
while some must settle for a single room
a shack or the streets
At least in one respect they’re luckier than you
The world doesn’t give a damn what they do
We are the Leader of the World
By Franklin Price
We are the leader of the world
At least that's what I've heard
Better get on board right now
If you did not get the word
We have so many followers
That magically appear
Ransom receiving allies
Getting billions every year
We have the military best
The strongest anywhere
When our allies need us
For almost nothing we are there
We can't take their money
'Cause what they have we had before
Might lose our closest allies
If we closed the giving door
Our infrastructure worn out
The homeless we can't miss
The hungry in the soup lines
With No pot in which to piss
Twenty trillion dollars
We're in debt and maybe more
We don't know how to play the game
But, then again, who's keeping score?
Scotland voted with a nationalist head,
England voted to keep the torries ahead,
3 Million people voted UKIP instead,
And I ask myself why?
Some voted tactically,
Whilst others voted practically,
Some followed history,
And some even spoiled the sheet!
Put your X in the box send your candidate to the fore,
They'll be the next to be Bribed by the capitalist horde,
Who'll whisper sweet lies every time he draws breath,
And you will wonder how you were fooled until the day of your death!
5 more years of austerity some folks cheered,
5 more years of Torry rule some folks jeered,
And they kick up a fuss, they boo they hiss,
Now everyone's an expert and that truly boils my piss,
The system is broken but what is the cure,
Its not austerity or more pointless wars,
We must learn to love our fellow man,
Put the past behind us draw a line in the sand.
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Deep purple and pink Floyd you have colour in your valium _yellow like sunlight inside this hole place of evil minds come to bare_a-trolley a-cometh to your table lots of goodies and your medication eat up yum yum cha: you got what you deserve: falling off the roof like that-bad girl climbing to the apex of the most enormous building in New York City, hollering you are free!
Sleep comes after 15 minutes with Clonazepam 10mg. Life spreads its forgetmeknots out down a drainpipe: slipping ballet shoes silver dreamlands+crime of death more red raving crud drag drog grotto grime_ her silver gun hidden in pocket flipped lid out boom you’re dead gone for good.
“Wake up Miriam!” Swimming through an embankment of weeds green muddy river of Ohio ranges, m
I yell, my head eyes opening in a second. “Sshh…” the nurse whispers after bounding out my name.
“Time for breakfast.”
“You know I hate eating before coffee!” I say, terse.
It’s true and written on my profile notes, c/o my senior psych Jenny Dakoz, a brain with accreditation who saved me. Rescued me from myself and a 35kg figure; sleepless body of bones suicidal hanging off a bridge cars breaking quickly; fast she runs away police again pick you up sit me down at the station. They’re running out of ideas.
This last visit to John Cade Ward was c/o Fitzroy police who told the senior psychs they had to keep me in otherwise legal action would ensue. Luckily this was my last time after nearly 30 attempts to get me on my legs.
Knees begging_, “Please God give me a grave I just want to go not be here anymore dry me out please take my heart soul everything and hang it on a wall saying Here Lies Mimi Once Was…”
Elusive hard to die exit from your body really. No poison shop pills will piss you off taking you out for 3 days sleeping awake again this insomnia driving me to do these things no food for 3 months no wonder my dress hangs like a elbow kick framed out of space, life. Dyes my hair, blue/black. Like my mind in flight.
I can eat like a pig,
As well as, drink like a fish.
I can piss like a racehorse,
Or even bark like a dog-.
In my youth, I could run like the wind,
And at times, sting like a bee.
Yet if I float like a butterfly,
I might be driving like ol' granny.
Now if I scream like a schoolgirl,
I might be fearful of an angry God.
But if I whine like a stubborn mule,
I could end up on the wrong end of a cattle-prod.
At times, I show the patience of a saint,
Or being impetuous as a child with new fingerpaint.
And if I continue this way and act like a child,
I'll avoid those aging pitfalls, and run in the wild.
I once visited an old copper town
in the upper peninsula of Michigan.
The U.P. as the Yoopers say
And on the U.P. it winters from
October to April’s end
where saloons and
vacant churches pock each
devoutly sodden block with
a piss-penny for your thoughts.
The hay was made there
in the 1890’s, bronzed and
plaqued in a shag-city square
gray beyond grief
-faced for no reason
it remembers.
It is a compelling obscurity.
that I will visit
again, one day
when I have
less to lose and
more to forget.
There the parking meters
stand away from the curbs
by big brick hollows,
beyond the plow’s carve
so high must pile
the insulating snow.
They left home nine months ago,
they didn't go to war... they went to outer space!
they kissed their loved ones, their family.
and went to the farthest reaches... in a special spaceship!
They promised to return, although they knew,
perhaps that wouldn't happen...!
When they left, they knew:
the world would continue in fire and tears,
madness and disenchantment...!
Their struggles were different...
They weren't wars of conquest,
cowardly wars against the defenseless...
Other missions, perhaps megalomaniac
ideas...
THE CONQUEST OF SPACE!
They went, and there they stayed,
studying what they felt, saw...
nine months... a life!
No gravity, no movement
no normality, no wind...
No mundane, human contact...
Locked up, unable to leave,
unable to return...
new problems,
no apparent solution...
No piss normally...
No poop normally...
No crying!
Drops, any residue...
without being able to spit,
without being able to produce
any bodily fluid,
natural by-product
no artificial control
of scientific standards...
nothing human, nothing... nothing!
But thank God... they're back...
but they can't go straight to hugs!
Quarantine... various procedures,
various exams, care...
Be careful! will they be the same, ... !
or have they been born again!