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 Apr 2013 Lee
brooke
3 inches
 Apr 2013 Lee
brooke
I tell her:
you will not
be ugly if you
cut your hair

because when
she was small the
kids called her
fat and the

boys called her a
boy which was
okay but not

so this long hair
was a rebellion
as she proclaimed
i really am a girl

i really am a girl

i really am a girl


won't you believe me?
(c) Brooke Otto
 Apr 2013 Lee
Micheal Wolf
One potato
Two potato
Three potato
Four
The whole friging bag rolling round the floor
Under the car and into the road
Supermarket bag full of holes
 Apr 2013 Lee
Micheal Wolf
The ******* contest continues
Blame another for economic failure
Can't be hypocrisy can it?
Starving armies believing propaganda
Unable to see the first world
If only they knew and overthrew
Would be so much less bloodshed
 Apr 2013 Lee
K Balachandran
He allowed a heartless girl
to teach him this lesson,
she turned his heart to a stone
before she was gone.
 Apr 2013 Lee
Alice Kay
To: Skye
 Apr 2013 Lee
Alice Kay
I'm glad she was there for you,

even if it was only an illusion.

If she made you that happy,

then I'm forever grateful.
I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this Skye!!
 Apr 2013 Lee
DieingEmbers
You

and poetry

are my two true loves

my

Heart-history
Word play based on a comment I said to Chuck
 Apr 2013 Lee
oh me oh my
he tells me the
words she does
not care to read,
nor understand.

his words
are narcotics,
rolling thick
off the tongue,
fat and vain.

i tell him the
words she does
not care to read
nor understand.

my words
are flesh wounds,
festering and
upsetting
to the stomach.

he's a medical
overdose,
drugging
to numb the
brash and pain.

i'm an angry
hornet through
your heart
and your mind,
livid and
vindictively
stricken.

thick through
your veins,
eyes a blur
and head a fog,
he's a medical
overdose
with mind of
a syringe
and tongue
laced with
narcotics.
Refrain:
Oh Mr. Obama its your war now
war profits are up and so is the Dow
we've carried the gun and dropped the plough
these wars must end so end them now

Osama bin Laden hit us hard
he knocked down our buildings
in a murderous barrage
then President Bushie
atop a rubble heap
vowed to **** Osama
bury em for keeps

Refrain:
Oh Mr. Obama its your war now
war profits are up and so is the Dow
we've carried the gun and dropped the plough
these wars must end so end them now

W and Dickie invaded Afghan
soon thereafter disposed of Saddam
seven years later casualties swell
these wars are nightmares a living hell

Bombs destroy civilian homes
missiles strike by killer drones
collateral damage a cardinal sin
hearts and minds we'll never win

Oh Mr. Obama
this is your war now
we don't care who started it
it don't matter no how

sign the peace papers
make the hard call
bring the troops home
before one more falls

to build our country
we need global friends
fightin for oil
is war without end

You must think it over
give it some thought
the lives you ended
the horror wrought

Refrain:
Oh Mr. Obama its your war now
war profits are up and so is the Dow
we've carried the gun and dropped the plough
these wars must end so end them now

Our country needs fixin
there's much to do
jobs, health n schoolin
and homeless vets too

you got a Nobel
a prize for peace
you said war was hell
is too hard to cease

to continue the course
to bomb and bash
hate grows against us
we risk a great crash

a hope we can believe in
you would oft say
you win election
we don't change our ways

these wars are pointless
don't make no sense
bring the troops home
let the war machine rest


Refrain:
Oh Mr. Obama its your war now
war profits are up and so is the Dow
we've carried the gun and dropped the plough
these wars must end so end them now

Afghans are dying
they take up arms
to **** young Yanks
and do us harm

so think of moms,
lovers and friends
of young dead soldiers
we'll never hold again

how are you sleeping?
do you toss and turn?
do the faces of dead ones
make your conscience burn?

So Mr. Obama
just bring them home now
the Good Lord will bless you
beat swords into ploughs

Refrain:
Oh Mr. Obama its your war now
war profits are up and so is the Dow
we've carried the gun and dropped the plough
these wars must end so end them now

Music Selection:
Country Joe and the Fish: Feel Like I'm Fixing to Die Rag


jbm
NYC
3/15/10
I will sing this song at its world premier debut at the Peace and Justice pre-march rally on 3/19/10 at St. Anastasia Church Teaneck New Jersey! All are invited. Please come.

Witness for Peace
Washington DC
3/20/10

Support the Troops
End the Wars
Bring them Home Now!
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