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Politics for Poets

Guitar Minded

Peplle are soooo downhearted today. And the vengence of weak minds must be rousing all kinds of derision in the minds of those who think that they have won.

At the end of the show I recognized that it was all just a play for the amusement of the betuessies. And it stung a little, thinking that I'd been fooled. I even let myself get said about it.

somethings never change. The fact is that hte next stage will leave all of those people behind. They will fade like morning dew.

Nov 8, 2012

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

~ OK Now.

 
Stall
   and I won't tell on you.
  Stall
      and I won't tell on you.
   Never
        turn in the man
      who is steamed by the plan
    of the pretty blue van
         and a extra gig-lan.

  And march like a marionette
    in the free-bee parade.
  This isn't a government
    it's a mascarade
         and outside of time
  none of this is real.
         noon and it's a Friday
    and they've all gone home.

   He walks by on his way to photo flowers.
 He hopes that they don't know him,
      don't wonder who he is.   
here is a song fragment:
 Bum Bum Bum
    dumb dumb dumb
 run for rum
    stow the gum
     don't be so
      dumb dumb dumb
    can I
    Bum Bum Bum
  a smoke, no joke
  or a punch line yoke
     The weather broke.
  


  
  








Wake up!

The solution to bad governance is
   good people.