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yeah. so, I just posted, but I was thinking about posting this poem by Buk and then realized I already have. GWB is talking shit in my ear, so I guess golf is done for the night -
But I'll tell you this; We are all gonna pay dearly for tolerating his horseshit. I don't want to die with a bunch of stupid evangelicals.
Darlings
--------
a world full of successful people's
sons
on bicycles
on the Hollywood Riviera
at 3:11 p.m.
on a Tuesday afternoon.
this is what some of the armies
died to save
this is what many of the ladies
desire:
these stuffed fractions
non-beings
pedaling along
or stopping to chat while
still seated upon their bikes
gentle breezes touching
undisturbed faces.
I understand very little of this
except maybe the armies killed the
wrong people
but they usually do:
they think the enemy are
those they are directed against
instead of those who
direct them:
the fathers of the
darlings.
But I'll tell you this; We are all gonna pay dearly for tolerating his horseshit. I don't want to die with a bunch of stupid evangelicals.
Darlings
--------
a world full of successful people's
sons
on bicycles
on the Hollywood Riviera
at 3:11 p.m.
on a Tuesday afternoon.
this is what some of the armies
died to save
this is what many of the ladies
desire:
these stuffed fractions
non-beings
pedaling along
or stopping to chat while
still seated upon their bikes
gentle breezes touching
undisturbed faces.
I understand very little of this
except maybe the armies killed the
wrong people
but they usually do:
they think the enemy are
those they are directed against
instead of those who
direct them:
the fathers of the
darlings.