Sprinting to keep pace, not to win
watching as life gains a foot, a leg, a head
   this place, displaced, retrace you do beg
    Please! you plead, but life pays no heed
      but quickens its pace with a grin
       and then it happened
                                       a stumble
                    a tumble
a rumble
        trouble, doubled
                             and left with toes hanging
                                                         ­            on
                                                              ­      the
                                                       ­           edge
                                                 ­                again

Mind has already sunk,
and soon follows the heart
much worse that you were
when you made this start
victory would have been sweet
but defeat is worse than ****

              Who can help
      Who can you blame
NOBODY, IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT

f o r g i v i n g ?
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You blame you,
Truth blames you,
Shame on you,
'cuz Lies do too.

                                                           Pick Yourself Up
                                                           You are the problem
                                                         ­  You are the answer
                                                          ­ You can solve them
                                                           After you kick off the boulders
                                                        ­   That hold you down
                                                           And dust yourself off
                                                           So you can clean up the scars
                                                           Left by your fall to the ground

Fros-ty the Snowman
had a twin brother named Lou
He got hit by a truck,
and we said "What the ****?",
and "You should totally sue!"

Before-he could call a lawyer
along came a snow plow
it mixed him up,
with yellow snowman guts
and he got snowman AIDS and gout

The ne-xt day, Lou died
but he left an inheritance check
Frosty sued the man,
and took all he had,
then he cashed in both of the checks

Fros-ty moved up north
Alaska is where he's livin'
where he got buck wild,
and had a child,
that he fathered with Sarah Palin

Fros-ty the Snowman
had a twin brother named Lou
who brought about fame
to the family name
in Time and US Weekly too!!!

Had a nightmare
that scared the death out of me
there were no monsters
that I accidentally set free
there were no blades
or falling from trees
there were no train wrecks
or swarms of killer bees
there were no crazy viruses
or hordes of zombies
all it was, was simply you
turning your back on me.

Trapped inside a mongrel's mind,
  twisted, turning, lurid, divine
Aimlessly wandering halls, dimly lit
by candles on the walls
  where spiders like to sit
where I come across a case
  wooden and dusty
filled with books neatly spaced
  the spines filled with foreign words
and stood up by tigers
     either mis-colored or rusty

Examining the books with gentle care
when something caught my eye's corner
with a glance to the left and with great rise
was the grand spiral stair, where
  splayed meekly on the rise of the walls
was the blood of men and a statue of great size
A serpent, fangs dowsed in rustic red blood
and tail curled around with eyes beading above
seemed to smile with a large bulge along its golden belly
With shudder I wondered what beast sated the statues hunger

My feet, frozen in wonder of serpents message
did not venture forward as my eyes read the ****** paint
For, as my eyes gazed at the dried blood, I noticed sound so faint
Drip. Drop. Drip. Down the rail of the grand old stair
  dripped water onto the marble floor, puddling there
And in the pool of the water, a message did reflect
The symbols were foriegn, yet I read them anyway
How, I couldn't suspect and who could say
Even as I muttered the words I backed away in respect

*This is the easy way to heaven,
                    or so say the men where holywater's bestowed
 But this is where the Serpent herds his devon,
                    You may climb the stairs, but down his throat you'll go

Moving at the speed of slow
comfortable in this minor pace
Approaching my ultimate goal
mesmerized at the escalator's glow
green lit stairs on this moving staircase
taking me up with its mechanical soul

Being coddled my entire life, this is normal
no need to exert any unneeded energy
following the fast track without intent to stop
parents paid for a school that is formal
educated privately into the business synergy
gray suits and fortune await for me at the top

With a screech and a ****, the beast halts
accidents happen, but how do we react?
With my escalator stopped, how do I proceed
Without trial by fire, conflict, or faults
Unprepared and contemplating this life impact
I sulked in anger, blaming others that I won't succeed

I see the goal at the top, but its distance is intimidating
How do I reach for that goal if this escalator is broken?
I've never moved forward one complicated step in my life
The terrain is not difficult and the path isn't winding
Then I heard a voice, (my own thoughts?), softly spoken
'It's a staircase you idiot, take a step, you're hardly in strife'

There is a sailboat out at sea
empty and lifeless
as lonesome as can be

     You can blow hard, but you'll fail
     as you make no progress here
     pressing against this furled sail

          Waves of the waters, Wind, I surmise
          you're waiting and hoping
          to watch it capsize

Deep in the woods, where the lazy creek bends
is a clearing where a solemn manor stands
Wind worn bricks now a rustic brown
are tinted red in the mid-morn lown
At the bend where the water trickles so slow
a single tree stands, shading the suns glow
Its mid-autumn colors match the manor walls
as we sit beneath and watch their gentle falls
A cool breeze blows, swaying the tall green grass
rippling, like a stone tossed in a lake, with each gentle pass
Moving enough to brush back your summer hair
revealing a face so beautiful and fair

I'm the air that escapes through quivering lips
the shiver in the bones beneath heated skin
Distant is the gaze from a soul behind dark eyes
Dismissed are my actions behind veiled sighs
But you have no idea what my dreams can show you

The kisses of death; so gentle, so sweet
The laughter of the poor, the beaten, the meek
Wind spills, pouring from smoke filled rooms
Fumes, as love's anger explodes into blooms
And darkness is fading in; and in darkness I lose

I am the whisper among the valley's trees
the venom in the waiting of passive bees
Behind me is hurt trails winding away
In front, a heart so passionately splayed
This is where the wind pauses; what'll it choose?

On silver platter, polished and proud
sits a rusted ring that screams so loud
I am that voice that gently pushes your hair
that violently moves these obstacles of a feeble stare
Breathe in, and let my sound consume you

I am the words unspoken on violent breath
the shivers of a spine when there is nothing left
I am the smile that impresses itself upon your tongue
and the whispers of love that've gone unsung
Ever so softly, let me wrap breath around you

I don't write lyrics, but I do have flow
I don't write music, but I do have soul
I'm not an artist, but a picture I'll paint
  Sistine Chapel leaves you thinking I'm a saint
I don't play sports, but I do play minds
I'm not a catcher, but I still show signs
I'm not a racer, but I still cross lines

I'm not a witch, but I'll still cast doom
Not the undertaker, but I'll set up your tomb
Not a fortune teller, but I can spell your demise
I'm not a magician, but I can see your surprise
I'm not a gardener, but I can plant you in the ground
I'm not a devil, but hellish is my sound
  Demons in the room have come to stomp you down

I flow freely, 'cuz I'm a bad-*** poet
But I'm not all bad. Here, let me show it
I can make your heart beat to the sound of my melody
  Make you love-sick; I'm sorry, there is no remedy
I'm like soldiers in the dirt, always brave
I'm strong, and I'm bold, and I'm a slight knave
Always protecting innocence with the tip of a glaive
*  Now this time I must remember to hit save

This is the Captain on 'na 1MC,
so crew, listen away.
There's a storm to the west,
and it's headed 'r way.

Avast, avast! Prepare for rough seas!
Lets get 'r vessel ****'ned down
'tisn't time for rest
so up 'n out of 'em racks, now

Get to yer spaces, e'ver they may be
batton da' latches
and secure gear adrift, for lest
'ou be h'rt by swinging hatches

If yer top-side, 'en you must flee
get inside if you can
And if 'ou remain out, then wear yer vest
Man-over board is not in the daily plan

Attention, Attention to the 1MC
This is the Captain spea....*
Joseph! Son, get some rest,
Or I'll throw you out to sea!

A man with a gun
Steps from an allyway gloomed
Aimed it at me
And froze me where I stood
He said, "Son, lemme ask you a question.
As death stares you in the eye,
Are you afraid for your money,
Or do you fear for your life?"

Neither, was the response
From between those clenched teeth

I am unselfish in materials;
you can have all my things.
And my body is ready
for when the angels start to sing

"I think you're lyin'"
Said the man with the gun
"I can see it in yer eyes,
I bet you want to run"

If you do what you do
and you say that you may
then my family'll be left
in such disarray
My mum will become
but just a shell of herself
and my dad in his grief
destroy a lamp or a shelf
My sisters will wear black for a week
My brothers will search for you in the streets
Who knows better than you
where these streets can take?
My Woman may die from a broken heart,
and my children may never know
that I was there from the very start
My friends will all cry
and spill a beer in the dirt
and my dog may become violent
as he guards my last worn shirt
My grandkids will know
The year that I die
But they'll never know like knew
the joy of a grandparents smile
I do fear this in my death, good sir
but I've no fear of dying.

The man shook his head
shaken to his core
His eyes stared for a moment
before they met mine once more

"Get out of here", he said in tone real low
"Go, and speak of dying no more,
For I am the son of a father
Who was killed when I was four"

Be free!
I release you, Nurtured Feathers
Go! Fly!

Run and flee!
Leave this wall-less house of Forever!
Escape, bye!

Be gone!
No longer Us bound together!
No longer try!

Just remember!
I sewed your wounds better!
Dried Nurtured's eyes!

Don't forget!
I severed Binds that held Nurtured tighter!
Eliminated lies!

Reminisce!
Of toils of illness and bouts of fever!
Shoulders where Nurtured voice cries!

Just know!
There never were walls, windows, doors, locks, or levers!
Nutured was always free to go and try!

Freed Ye!
Become loveless to the hand of the deepest lover!
Beseech my soul as it dies!

So, Be free!
I smile as I release you, Nurtured Feathers!
Ever hurt as you go by!

You sent me a text message today
It had hearts and smiles
and it read the words 'I love you'
I don't think there is an easy way
to say how bad you missed,
    (it was by miles)
I really hated it.

When your name appeared on the screen
my heart sank
and I feared that it would crack
Because sliding open a phone isn't the same thing
as you sliding in the passenger seat
as we tear up the town in that old tank
Reading your name aloud in this quiet place
just doesn't reverberate the same
as it does when it is whispered to your face
and I may have a strong imagination,
but I just can't picture it the same
when I read 'I love you' to myself
because it doesn't sound like it does
when it's uttered from your lips
      with silent concentration

You sent me a text message today
it had hearts and smiles
   ...and I frowned

Laying in bed
restless, wide awake
staring at the ceiling
with wide eyes shut

Mind wanders
moving slowly as it sprints
wide eyed, chasing dreams
while the darkness stays put

Tossing, turning
never moving, always shifting
the mind never sleeps
while hoping it that it finds

Always dreaming
of dreaming dreams
that never come to the ones
with the insomniac minds

Shame
This whole intervention is designed
I have failed to mention

Blame
The interpretation sublime
I'm beginning to question

Refrain
The attention cuts eyes blind
Selfish agitation

Today
The anticipation is revealing lies
Step back with admiration

Sane
The revelation of the simple signs
Begin the cross-examination

Explain
This whole intervention is mine
You have our attention

I am writing this from my usual position
For I Am Bold!
I Am Strong!
And My Bowels Keep Me Sitting
Upon This Commode
All Night Long!

Sometimes I wish I were a dog
What a life that would be!
I would only care about
Whatever was in front of me.
I would eat for free and ask for a snack
and I wouldn't watch my waist
or worry about my hips or back.
And when nature's duty calls
I won't really care about who can see
I will just finish up and look for tennis *****.
There will never be a time crunch
except for digging for old bones
and reminding them about my lunch.
I'll pass the time watching a bird
And nobody who sees me will look at me
and chuckle, laugh, or call me absurd.
Oh how great it would be to be a dog!
To stare at my reflection in anger
for it to only be seen as cute
while I'm convinced the shadow is a danger.
And staring at my own *** isn't conceded
as I growl at my own tail
until my energy is completely depleted.
Then I will nap where I please
and the only time I take a bath
is when I am itching with fleas.
After I'm clean then its dinner time
where I can be as picky of an eater-
as I wish, while scraps are claimed as mine.
And when I lay down for the night
I'll stay on guard on my pillow or bed
and I'll keep an eye open for any intruders insight.
*Yep! How easy a life that would be!

It's all right there, just stay focused
The more you focus, the faster you'll be done.
Like the steak from last night
So good, and the service made it all right
And that waitress; What a sight!

Sight, stay on the task at hand
Just focus on getting out of work and all will be fine.
Like the print on that contract yesterday
and tomorrow, I'm gonna tear up the highway
and maybe get a jealous glance or two thrown my way

My way, my way. The only thing keeping me here is my brain
This rain, this rain, makes my A.D.D. go completely insane
*Insane like that rhyme I just made.
Hey I'm a poet, maybe I could make an A.D.D. poem!
I wonder if there is cure for.........I think I can go for some ice cream.

From the ores of the mine comes this hunk of steel
transported and heated with vigorous zeal
expertly pounded in the heat of the deil
to ensure is strength is all but sealed

After cooling, the blade becomes a sharpened wedge
as lasers trace a name, then begin to dredge
packed and shipped with a solemn pledge
In a soldiers hands, this will be a victorious edge

Leather is tanned and cut to make the knife a rest
and is handed out to one of America's best
As the blade embarks on its woeful quest
It's owner will be safe with it at his chest

Hush now, child
It hurts, make it stop!
I can't make it stop hurting child, only you can
But how? It hurts so bad!

Clouds float, drifting over trees that sway
Formed from water of lakes in a valley
White above its waterside where birds fly
Over the mountain tops the clouds turn grey
Darkening skies in the eye of a distant land
Looming fearsomely across many hearts
Yet, in the desert where your nightmares play
The dark clouds bring blessings in it's rain
Pouring to form the oasis of hope and love
Giving solace and strength while you lay

Believe child. Be strong. Promise me.
(Silent nod)
This pain you feel will guide you, child. Follow the sound of the howling wind until you find your fear, child. Only then can you conquer your past. Only then will this pain fade.
......
Promise me, child.
I promise.* This would be the last time I would see her. Looking back, she seemed to know that the end was drawing ever closer. I wish I could have known then, too. Then maybe, just maybe...

Through the night they roam
in the cities they crawl
keeping to the shadows of the moon's bright glow
Seeking their prey
while hugging the wall
if you're on the list, you'll be dead by day
Assassins of the brave
Killers of the Fall
their victim's blood is what they crave
They stand eight in a row
as their shadows grow tall
and they line you up with the sights of their bow

Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound

It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub

When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed

at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space

heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove

Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping

And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite

the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded

Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store

Tell me again why you are running away,
...forgotten yearning.
It seems to me like you've gone astray,
...very discerning.
I know you won't listen to what I've got to say,
...so concerning.
But it seems so selfish of you not to stay
...ever the casern king.
You always 've seen the world in a shade of gray
...endless murmuring.
I wanted, just once, to hear you pray
...useless stammering.
Just to know where your soul would lay
...'aven't started burning.
I tried to shape you, create form from clay
...too inurning
But it seems that I created a mess, a splay
...you're learning
Blinded, I just watched as you began to sway
...court's adjourning
And now your body ash as we prepare to bray
...just sojourning
My constant pushing led to this needless slay
...very secerning
Regrets of times past will be reminisced today
...un-upturning
And so, we say goodby one last time along the brae
...stop mourning
As we spread your ash to the wind on this spring day
...I'll be...ret..u..r...n.....i.......

Let it fall, let it die
Give it up, go and cry
Forget the fears
Shed your tears

For you'll be the wiser
You'll be the stronger
Conflict makes us grow
So **** it up and let it go

Let it fall, let it die
Give it up, fail and try
we'll weep at length
But it'll give us strength

We will be the wiser
And through blurred visor
We see the lesson learned
These scars are well earned

Aroma of sweat in the aura of ***
Sounds of vibrations mutter a hex
Lungs breathe shallow sighs of death
As curses are moaned in hollow breaths
Give and give, the ***** deeds done
Little beads vanish until there're none
Quivering smiles held under gasping lung
From the sting of whips and praise unsung
                                                           Chains and cuffs
                                                ****** and leather stuffs
Inhale in pleasure, Exhale in pain
Bruises covered in blissful vain
Blood and sweat mixed in Sin
Exhaustion staved by a ****** again
Red and battered across swollen breast
Time to relax and let the Devil do the rest

When the wind blows
Listen!
For the words are there
Whispering through the grass
Howling through the air

When the trees move
Listen!
For the echos are pure
Murmuring about the past
Rustling about the future

When the rain falls
Listen!
For the roar is inspired
Pounding like a drum
Ringing with it's pride

I am a little bit of loneliness
sitting alone in this broken home
with arguments over dinner tables
I am able to drift away
like clouds in the winter wind
and like the clouds, crying is all I'm able
but unlike the clouds, my drifting is just a fable
dreaming, singing,
ears ringing
from dinner plates smashed and doors slammed
sent to my room while the adults are mad
forgotten
sitting alone in this broken home
I am able to drift away
like the clouds in the winter wind
I am dark, I am scared
and when I'm all cried out
I am Loneliness again

I dream in the present
where my body resides
eat, sleep, work, resent
            repeat
But with phone at my side
I sleep, dancing in the future
Racing in the rain
kissing away the pain
Partying, shopping,
living in the now that isn't
Remembering today as a past
that starts driving back my sane

You can say my head's in a cloud
I'm looking too far ahead
For you'd be right
I choose to ignore this bad
ignore the present sound
and move as swiftly as the second hand can trot
towards tomorrow's finish line

Strange how the mood changes when around comes Lovely
   from serious to funny in the span of a grin
   to laughing so much it should be a sin
but to describe how it happens, there's nowhere to begin

It might the subtle comments from Lovely
  leading one to believe she's cuddly and bitty
  then strikes at the mind with endless witty
then forges ahead leaving you in a tizzy

It could be the actions of one Miss Lovely
  navigating in circles till you roll over and cry
  yet you watch in wonder as she walks by
so you can see her sway like a lady so fly

Maybe the sky is falling down around us,
Maybe the world has turned against us, my Love
Maybe fate has another plan for our heart, a direction
Maybe we'll fall back in line with the constellations
Maybe the vultures will fly for our love, circling skies
Maybe we'll cry, just cry

Or,
Maybe we'll be rebels and fight the clouds, Love
Maybe the stars yearn, burn for our love
Maybe we'll burn the world in its tracks
Maybe fate has given us a test of the heart, we'll pass
Maybe the doves bring with them a fig, a sign
Maybe, without you I'll die

Maybe, Love, I'll be there the next time you cry
Maybe, Love, I'll clothe you in skin the next time you so desire
But there is no maybes, my Dear Sweethearted Love
That you hold in your hand, gentler than the grace of a dove
My pounding heart, and all its beating love
And I'm hoping that maybe you'll understand, Dear Love
That I want to charge through this with you, hand in hand

I toss them in
one by one
watching with sorrow
as the flames
catch the corners
of the pictures
in my fireplace
turning its happy orange glow
into a blue and green show

I close my eyes
and remember the days
where those pictures
were taken by me
Days so joyful
and I try not to think
of the sorrow they now bring

Since the day you left
our world of breathing
I have blamed others
for your sudden leaving
and as the pictures burn
I realize that I secretly
blamed me too
and then I know
that as the pictures burn
again I am killing you

I reach into the flame
and try to save the pictures
but the flames hot on my face
and it warmth warns
of the pain it is willing to inflict
I wasn't willing to burn
for you then

but I reach in anyways
because I am willing
to burn for you now
and I pull out one photo
where the edges have caught
but I smile anyway
for the second chance
to save you
even if it is
just a memory

To the doctors in the room
   I'm a mental cased, half-crazed Insomniac
      on three days of possibly self inflicted mind space
         who can't decide on medically induced comas or Prozac
To the supervisors in the room
   I'm a potential hazard, a walking disaster
      bird-brained enough to end as scrambled gizzards
         who potentially could be as useful as worthless shinplaster
To the women in the room
   I'm a useless ***, nearly morbid
      too tired to mow the lawn in the mid-morning sun
          and too lazy to help with laundry, cooking, or raising kids
To the friends in the room
   I'm a constant joke, a hilarious prank
      mumbling non-sense with little need to be provoked
         laughing hysterically as they watch as my mind goes blank
To the voices in the room
   I'm a genius, an exasperated visionary
       I've have debated the complexities of owning a *****
          and the movements of my thumb is extremely revolutionary

Misery,
Misery.
Misery and woe.
How far down will this misery go?

Through faulty lines
Down fault lines
Who's fault lies
beneath this miserable snow?

Misery,
This, misery
So miserably so
Why do you escape so miserably slow?

I choked up
on choking up
your choked up song
I just want to know where did this go so terribly wrong?

Hey misery
Sir Misery
Please misery, go
And take your miserable act out of this show.

This is a mobile poem,
Written from my mobile phone.
Derived from a mobile song.
Developed near a mobile home.

Radio blasts from its mobile ring
Melodies radiate; singers sing
rhyming can be a mobile fling,
So long as you're willing to fight through this autocorrect thing.

Romeo, oh Romeo
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
I friended you on Facebook an hour ago
and I saw you tweeted recently, so...

Romeo, oh Romeo
I can see you're location with these iPhone apps
And I e-mailed thee this route from Yahoo maps
so you should of been here, but perhaps...

Romeo, oh Romeo
I stare at your picture in utter torment
because you deleted my Myspace comment
I know! I'll text bomb your phone 'till ye repent!

Romeo, oh Romeo
They say stalkers should feel ashame'
Thy parents say I only have myself to blame
I say deny thy father, and...(oooh, I just Googled thy name)

In this world you've tried
kept M'onsters you still hide
Memories stuffed in closets tight
out still oozes M'onsters' slime
turning the night to wasted rind
and running circles in looped time

'We're all so very tired', they say
but with lights on they lay
'cuz in the dark is when you memories play
and nightlights 'on't work to keep'em at bay
so with bright lights they lay
hoping your M'onsters stay away

M'onsters 'll stay as long as they choose
but I've got a lock to keep the door closed
a touch in a latch and a demeanor so soothed
that no M'onster can squeam its' way through
So dim the lights and let my shining love prove
and consider those M'onsters properly shoo'ed

Heartaches by moonlit streets    
Two hearts walking, part ways
Both with shuffling feet
Both wishing the other would stay

Mistakes taken to heart
With fragile minds at stake
Like being lost without a chart
So words to a heart did make

Wounds too deep to mend
By a sharp tongue spoken
To a confused mind condemned
By a heart mistakenly broken

Heartaches by moonlit streets
Two hearts walking, part ways
Both with shuffling feet
And so it ends this day

Sin Sin
alone again
remember, remember
alone with him
this place, this face
the giving in
taste distaste
retracing the Sin

Slow pace quickened to keep balance straight
hum of motors masked by the ominous green light
Feel knees buckle slightly under new duress
as the belts grab at shoes and hold on tight
Look ahead along this predetermined path
for book-bags and luggage that block your flight

Do you take steps to make the blur of slow moving sidewalks
appear to be a neon lit sprint in the streamline?
Trudging patiently towards the finish
where yellow paint on the ground mark the line
Or do you stand to the side and let the others pass
as you enjoy the sights and sounds of your effortless ride?

Where lovers do catch the very fabric of the heart
Your lips float with the grace of a snowflake
Snowglobe on the mantle for all to see
But only my hands to embrace
Precious keepsake

The moon-light echos the radiance of your touch
Drawing warmth to calm my inner throe
Soothing with every stroke
A master and a brush
My Picasso

In the lovers mind you endlessly wander in wonder
As you seek to grip the slow progress of carnality
Where your unchained immortality rests
Embroidered deep in my eyes'
Caress of reality

Dear Mrs. Lorraine;

It brings me a great deal of pain
to tell you that for the third time
(and really this should be a crime)
that the score on your credit
you gave us was not how you said it

We know that the offer sent in the mail
said no credit check, but read the fine print
it said that that was on approved credit.

So with all the due respects, we respectfully
and with understandable distain, regretfully
must inform you that your credit has been declined
and if you must so be inclined
to ask why we even bothered writing this letter
we, by local and state law, (and mostly the latter)
are required to inform you that you are worth nothing
zero, zilch, nada. So with respect and courtesy
stop sending in applications, for you see

This company is trying to go green
and with every application you **** another tree
And also, with a courteous plea
(and this is just between you and me)
I am really getting tired of staying after hours
to write the responses to these repeated declines.

So if you could do us all a favor, stop replying to
the falsely advertised credit cards we send you
This will take an effort on your end, because
the marketing department won't remove you
from the mailing list without just cause.

-We greatly appreciate your business-
Sincerely from the credit department;


-*Chris

Sitting again upon my throne
Cracked crown of the Forgotten
Hell found me all alone...

       broken.

mashed a ****'n 'n my shirt
had t' sew 'n an'ther 'ne
mashed a ****'n 'n my keyb'ard
n'w I'm a v'wel sh'rt

Here's a little Nugget on a pirate ship
sailing away to where all the pirate's sit
Give them a taste of this sleepy buck'a'roo
And by the way, I love you

Here's little Nugget on a itty bitty boat
sailing away through the muddy, murky moat
With little sleepy eyes and some mud on'is shoe
just remember that I love you too

There goes Nugget on his super duper raft
ridin' through the rapids going super duper fast
Closing his eyes and off he flew
and by the way, I love you

...and upon seeing her ragged clothing
he di'th proclaim, "Alas,
young *****, maiden of America's blood,
where be your books, or the flame and torch?
I'd known thee face anywhere, and avas',
I'd known ye father to be wealthy, of course!"
And with shame in her eye, she took a gander
up the street and then back down, befor'a reply,
"My stars are gone, and my stripes been forsaken,
father has taken innocents and turned them'a slander."
With a glance that appeared to the man to be a plea,
she nervously turned to him with a hoarse whisper,
"Upon these streets I've been cast, shamefully a *****.
Men in suits take my food, and the men of fame keep me cloaked.
The men who speak news on'a radio fill my ears with promise,
and the teacher at the school house fills my head with old lore.
The preacher speaks of God as I stand naked before him
and the peasants throw rocks by direction of a crooked shamus."
The man, with a tear in his eye, reached down from his station
grabbed the ***** hand draped in chains, and with a gentle tug
pulled her up into heaven, lit white with undieing salvation
And he cried, "You're safe here child, free of a crippling nation.
Safe from corrupt companies and celebrity endorsed robbery,
News mutely broadcasted by a governmental eye,
Mind numbing words of public teaching,
ungodly men of unenforced preaching,
And the long arm's short-sighted snobbery."
And with an Eagle's cry and the ringing of the cracked bell,
Libertas stood up and proclaimed, "Only when my child is unbroken,
Shall all men again be free! Let these be my last words spoken!"