From the Editers Page... Dear Whoretense
What are We Gonna Do
Bought to by
Ghemps Magic Tonic for Men
My pen pal of several months
Wishes to marry me.
He seemly thinks
He has found his
Certain someone
Some presumly speaking
Is me.
How do I tell him, I have
several others, who adore
my aquaitance and company.
Though we have shared numerous
Exchanges and dates,( the luxury spas
Of $@$@$-$@$@!) I find only interest
in being elusive of his wanting me. He
told me he was both flutist and bassoonist.
I thought he was a liar to have me impressed,
I found in addition he is both maestro and
conducted to a very well known Song House.
My others find my being with him, both
Invasive and concerning!
Dear Whoretence, what am I gonna do?
Sincerely,
Madam Guesser
Sultry Evasive Woman
If the walls didn't shatter my pride,
I'd have been one of a kind,
Ceaseless thoughts I'd have declined,
An empathy for myself I'd have defined.
Thinking why I was designed,
I'd have found self love behind,
This uncomfortable skin that binds,
A barren soul and heart combined.
Nor by gender would I be confined,
In this hollow bottle of so called mind,
Perhaps I would have been blind,
And have been a bit more kind.
In a house with no mirrors.
Took inspiration from Sasha Sloan's song 'House with no mirrors'
The song, "Metalingus" is the best song I've ever heard from 2005; performed by Alter
Bridge. It's the current theme entrance for WWE wrestler, the Rated "R" Superstar, Adam
"Edge" Copeland. When I listen to the song, "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge, it's like going
to a mini-rock concert at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, CA. It's also as if I'm walking
on the streets of New York City. Alter Bridge had finally came up with an entrance theme
for WWE Superstar, Edge. Just like all the other rock songs, Metalingus" is a house party
song, just like an L.A. house party. I ought to buy that song on iTunes. I guess this is
kind of cool.
I'm a librarian,
I'm a postman,
I'm a welfare queen,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat scene.
I'm a teacher,
bus driver,
secretary,
garbageman.
Wage worker,
politician,
war veteran
fireman.
Army sergeant,
Navy sergeant,
air force pilot
......and police.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing on the poor house trampoline.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat
all day long.......
so I'm a dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the welfare...
double standard heath care,
budget cutting,
scapegoating,
life killing,
poor house dealing,
rich lovin,
poor hatin,
capitalist scene.
Since you've been gone, I've been so sad
The silence within these four walls is driving me mad
No smell of burnt toast or overcooked eggs in the air
Don't have to unclog the shower drain from your hair
The blues reappeared when you left that day
A year ago I threw them away
Now it's been a month and not a word from you
I am feeling better,I am now with your best friend Sue
Never come back this way, we are cruisin' fine
We have an understanding, I am not hers and she is not mine
The blues have been evicted, they can no longer stay
Once again, I threw them away
What are you doing at my door with that smile
You gave me a look with tears, like that of a lost child
You are no longer needed here, get away from me
Your love no longer has a way of blinding me
I see you have your suitcase full of blues for me to play
Neither them or you are invited to stay
The neighbors call the police and report a domestic dispute
The cops come and give me the boot
I must go cool off at a friend's house for the night
My house is cleaned out when I return in the daylight
I lost in a game I was forced to play
The blues seem to never quite go away
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