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Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero, heto ako nakatulala sa apat na sulok ng kwarto Mahal! Napapagod na ako Napapagod na akong kakaisip kung mahal mo ba ako Kaya sana na man, sana nandito ka at marinig mo ito Sana madama mo ang mga saltiang "MAHAL KITA, SOBRA" Sana makita mo ang pangalan mo dito nakaukit sa puso ko Kaya mahal, sinta, darling, babe, baby, honey, love, sweetheart, asawa ko, buhay ko, mine, moo, yam Sana madinig mo ang sasabihin ko Na ang tulang ito ay para sayo Kahit abutin man ako ng dekada dito kakahintay Sasabihin ko pa rin MAHAL KITA Hayaan mo nang lumuha ako kasama ng ulan Hayaan **** mawalan ako ng tinig kakasabi sayo ng MAHAL KITA Pero, teka, Mahal, mahal mo ba ako? Ay wag! Wag mo nang sagutin. Kasi alam ko, ALAM KO NA! Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero patuloy pa rin akong nagpapakatanga Ha,ha,ha! Tanga ng kung tanga Pero, hayaan **** sabihin ko sayo Mamatay man ang ilaw, Dumilim man ang kalangitan Mahal pa rin kita Teka, teka nga Sino nga ba ang Mahal ko? Pakisabi naman oh! Pakiusap, mahalin nya ako pabalik Kasi ang sakit, sobra Sa sobrang sakit, hindi ko parin maiwasan na mahalin  sya Na mahalin sya ng sobra na kahit ang paghinga nakalimotan ko Kaya sana na man, please lang pakisabi nyo sa kanya MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SYA At sana sa huling pagpatak ng mga luha Ang huling salitang maririnig mo Ang huling hangin naakukuha ko At ang huling pagtibok ng puso ko para sayo Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero, MAHAL PA RIN KITA
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Mahal Pa Rin Kita
Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero, heto ako nakatulala sa apat na sulok ng kwarto Mahal! Napapagod na ako Napapagod na akong kakaisip kung mahal mo ba ako Kaya sana na man, sana nandito ka at marinig mo ito Sana madama mo ang mga saltiang "MAHAL KITA, SOBRA" Sana makita mo ang pangalan mo dito nakaukit sa puso ko Kaya mahal, sinta, darling, babe, baby, honey, love, sweetheart, asawa ko, buhay ko, mine, moo, yam Sana madinig mo ang sasabihin ko Na ang tulang ito ay para sayo Kahit abutin man ako ng dekada dito kakahintay Sasabihin ko pa rin MAHAL KITA Hayaan mo nang lumuha ako kasama ng ulan Hayaan **** mawalan ako ng tinig kakasabi sayo ng MAHAL KITA Pero, teka, Mahal, mahal mo ba ako? Ay wag! Wag mo nang sagutin. Kasi alam ko, ALAM KO NA! Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero patuloy pa rin akong nagpapakatanga Ha,ha,ha! Tanga ng kung tanga Pero, hayaan **** sabihin ko sayo Mamatay man ang ilaw, Dumilim man ang kalangitan Mahal pa rin kita Teka, teka nga Sino nga ba ang Mahal ko? Pakisabi naman oh! Pakiusap, mahalin nya ako pabalik Kasi ang sakit, sobra Sa sobrang sakit, hindi ko parin maiwasan na mahalin  sya Na mahalin sya ng sobra na kahit ang paghinga nakalimotan ko Kaya sana na man, please lang pakisabi nyo sa kanya MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SYA At sana sa huling pagpatak ng mga luha Ang huling salitang maririnig mo Ang huling hangin naakukuha ko At ang huling pagtibok ng puso ko para sayo Umikot ang mundo Sumilip na ang buwan Lumiwanag na ang mga tala At pumikit na ang mga ulap Pero, MAHAL PA RIN KITA
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Rolling down St. John's Heritage Highway after Sean, my grandson's birthday party I belt out my pioneer song with vigor echoing across the vast beauty, wide open, sacred spaces pristine vistas Norman Rockwell cows grazing in bygone pastures happily moo along Driving past the yellow deer crossing sign Florida woodlands giddyap near the edge of the road long brown antlers prancing to a timeless rhythm I hope and pray that I can somehow kindle a spark of appreciation in my niece and grandsons so that they may behold the baffling greatness and mystery that is our universe These young'uns are mighty attached to the virtual reality, world and landscape of computer technology A sprinkling of cowboy stars flash an omnipresent wink Sunset bonfire explodes across the frontier horizon Turning the corner onto Emerson Drive smoldering scarlet orange embers reflecting lights shoot fireworks, launch rockets through an ever expanding field of vision
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
O Heritage Highway
Penetrate me tight-fitting and penetrate me pinned down The lycanthropic creature you ****** This is la vie en Venus’ flytrap When you poke me, ****** moans And though I squeeze my vaginas I taste la vie en Venus’ flytrap When you ***** me abutting your ***** I’m inside a hobnobbing alien A metagalaxy where Venus’ flytraps win a beauty contest And when you ********* cyclopses moo from upstairs Heterosexual homophones seem to pervert ***** Adams Glorias Splash out your cream and gumption to me And ***** lust loosely wash La vie en Venus’ flytrap
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Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
La Vie En Venus’ Flytrap
In Spain - where cheese-making stretches back to centuries is a medium sized lump of Sweet ******* Christ blessed is the ****** whose womb merited to carry our small herd of hand-milked cows providing milk, cheese, butter, and ice and to Christians, the lamb is the symbol of when the pope and all the christian leadership will be succeeded by Moo Jesus The Good Shepard draws not milk not liquid from his sheep but an overview over Greek pagan and Christian pastoral deities then Christ went and made the exorcism and he sold in town all his rriegitha cheese, his curds, his milk I mentioned that The Green Sheep had an ad coming out in the body and blood of Christ how could the shepherds resist the temptation? I was refusing the sacraments mysticism is cheese Christ is cheese better still, mountains of cheese! Is your cheese killing the planet? The Wedding of the Dead: Celebration and Restraint Christ stopped at Ebola
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Christ Cheese and Sheep
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
Happy or Depressed
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Hare Krishna's In their Pickups Depressed Comics Down on their Luck Teenage Girls Screaming Meme's ****** Pinko's* Leftward Leaning Vincent Price Flo and Eddie Rodger Rabbit Priscilla Presley Nuns in Habits Dwarf's in Ponchos Deadbeat Dads Munching Nachos Right-Wing Nut Jobs Trading Slogans A few Hero's Including Hogan Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Buddhist Monks With Electric Banjos Holding Signs Up Of Marlon Brando Taxi Cabs Blaring Show Tunes Pregnant Women Down-loading Soon Derby Jockeys Flying Monkeys Kool-Aidholics Skittle Junkies Bozo The Clown Bumper Stickers Psychedelic Crazed Toad Lickers Rhinestone Cowboys In their Skivvies Gothic Girls Heebie Jeebies Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Blue Haired Granny's In pink Moo Moos Ballerina's In Tattered Tutus Mathematician's Number Crunchers Even have Some Out to Lunchers Model 50's *Do *** Daddies* One More Round Of Flo and Eddie People Sneaking Across the Border Lonely Fry Cooks Taking Orders A Few Wannabes Not Saying Much Will The Real Elvis Please Stand Up Are just a few of the sights that you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Thank you...Thank you very Much Ladies and Gentlemen Elvis...Has Left The Building
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
The Front Gates Of Graceland
Cock-a-doodle doo. Pigs snorting and grunt. Bleat baa the sheep. Hidden in the trees squeak the squirrels. Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys. Low oxen moo the cows. Hohi-a-hohhle hi Bray donkeys so similar. Rolling on the red dust. The village. A swallow-tailed bee-eater. Calling and singing. A green barbet, dark brown head. Answers the call. A red-capped lark, black bill. Entertains the morning. An emerald-spotted wood dove. Seated lonely somewhere. Coos to the extravaganza. The village.
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
THE VILLAGE
Ambrose Ah-kin- MOO-sir-ee Lifts a trumpet to his mouth. Deep breaths blow notes at right angles into space. The sound is worn denim. The sound is Lauren Bacall. The beat is urgent and syncopated just like his last name. Ambrose Ah-kin- MOO-sir-ee Rests a trumpet by his side. Reverb: Ambrose interprets the persistence of sound; reflections build up and decay until the sound is absorbed by the surfaces of this space. Inhale. Ambrose, pulls the trumpet To his mouth once again.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Ambrose Akinmusire
The London* underground Shoes Chatterbox Choo Choo train Mr. Earl Gray Greyhound Doing cartwheels Head over heels Milk the Cow "Going Moo" in her Jimmy Choo Yahoos Kickapoos The Odd Mom Cocker Doddle Doo Goody Two shoes 'Peekapoo" The women living in her shoes All Mighty God    The dog to chew Her most expensive shoe Lasous The genius La Cruz Goody two shoes That's show biz Vacation Dr. Seuss John Hughes The master of clues La mousse Love truce X-File Instagram, please smile In her ballet slippers He's at the Hub drinking beer In the London Fog Her wooden clogs Ladybird chirper He's down to his goulashes? Got sidetrack hot fever lovesick La muse shoes Cozy at the caboose Playing golf in the Gulf of Mexico You ain't got a thing if you don't have the shoes to swing Kick up your shoes and start to sing
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
Goody Two Shoes
Moo-Cow-Butterfly Not a happy lass Stubby little wings Superfluous mass Four long stringy legs Twirly-whirly tongue Moo-Cow-Butterfly Highly strung Weasel-Emu-Rangutan Fifty shades of fur Quite the oddest vertebrate To naturally occur Burrows in the jungle Terrified of heights Weasel-Emu-Rangutan Restless nights Labra-Hippo-Jellyfish Slimy furry blob Genetic Engineering **** poor job Moping on the seabed Can’t fetch sticks Labra-Hippo-Jellyfish Sink like bricks Chameleon-Begonias Origin unknown Disappear rapidly As soon as they are sown Neither here or thereabouts But somewhere in between Chameleon-Begonias Seldom Seen
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
The Real Dangers of Genetic Modification
If cows go moo chickens cluck, therefore if the farmer has eaten chicken eggs, he will cluck, and if he had a steak dinner, he will clmook... and yield eggs filled with milk from his **** This is why eggs are solely a breakfast food, while steak is a dinner because mixing the two in one meal only makes the effects worse, turning a Farmer over time into a milk filled egg. Note only farmers are affected like this, since it takes very high levels of exposure to beef and eggs in their raw un-processed forms, which we don't buy at grocery stores for the above reasons... First the mutagen's proprieties of the two mixed together must be neutralized. By filling any crates in which beef are shipped with powdered eggs and crates of eggs with beef made from a special breed of cow that has been genetically bred to lay eggs, the hooves and horns go to make that strange astronaut ice cream that you see in gift shops. Each "netrie-cow cost over 10,000,000 yen each (and you can only pay in yen) but without them entire crops of beef eggs can be lost. Oh i forgot... these were pure bred eggs and beef that need to be treated... Beef eggs are a new advancement of science, they are normal eggs in every sense but that they moo when you shake them if they have gone bad, and taste slightly like beef and need no special treatment. The chicks which hatch from beef eggs grow to be feathered cows which mate with everything in sight, and usually are killed before they have the chance to grow, but many a farmer has decided the risk of raising chowkins worth their original flavor and taste, but many employ steel pant plates to prevent accidents (since for some reason chowkins Can produce offspring in humen males as well as their own kind...) The process killing the farmer, and producing a creature which speaks in only an impenetrable deep southern accent and Farmer slang, loves milk and grass, and unable to perform any function in society, but crops grown by such creatures are noticeably better in taste. Clmook! Clmook! Clmook! Go get your lifetime supply of cheese? Please?
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Clmook? Moo? Cluck?
If cows go moo chickens cluck, therefore if the farmer has eaten chicken eggs, he will cluck, and if he had a steak dinner, he will clmook... and yield eggs filled with milk from his **** This is why eggs are solely a breakfast food, while steak is a dinner because mixing the two in one meal only makes the effects worse, turning a Farmer over time into a milk filled egg. Note only farmers are affected like this, since it takes very high levels of exposure to beef and eggs in their raw un-processed forms, which we don't buy at grocery stores for the above reasons... First the mutagen's proprieties of the two mixed together must be neutralized. By filling any crates in which beef are shipped with powdered eggs and crates of eggs with beef made from a special breed of cow that has been genetically bred to lay eggs, the hooves and horns go to make that strange astronaut ice cream that you see in gift shops. Each "netrie-cow cost over 10,000,000 yen each (and you can only pay in yen) but without them entire crops of beef eggs can be lost. Oh i forgot... these were pure bred eggs and beef that need to be treated... Beef eggs are a new advancement of science, they are normal eggs in every sense but that they moo when you shake them if they have gone bad, and taste slightly like beef and need no special treatment. The chicks which hatch from beef eggs grow to be feathered cows which mate with everything in sight, and usually are killed before they have the chance to grow, but many a farmer has decided the risk of raising chowkins worth their original flavor and taste, but many employ steel pant plates to prevent accidents (since for some reason chowkins Can produce offspring in humen males as well as their own kind...) The process killing the farmer, and producing a creature which speaks in only an impenetrable deep southern accent and Farmer slang, loves milk and grass, and unable to perform any function in society, but crops grown by such creatures are noticeably better in taste. Clmook! Clmook! Clmook! Go get your lifetime supply of cheese? Please?
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Forgiving yourself, sometimes is letting go, Letting go, sometimes means not caring anymore, Not caring anymore, sometimes feels like pain, Sometimes pain, is pain, Sometimes pain, is being sorry, Sometimes pain. is having no more, and sometimes, missing, can lead you to the floor, can lead you to a door, can make you skip the number four, have you eat food you abhor, Sometimes, it's all just saying, there's no time for sometime, but really someone in the song, is from some time you adore .
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
moo
Warm, bright sun, upon my back, As I wander through the wood. Flowers grow, for my delight, I take some, I know I should. Friends are always near at hand. They are such utterly divine. Never sneer at what I wear, Their coats, too, are so fine. Lazy days to gather around, Our favorite swimming hole. Take a dip, or just relax, The water soothes our every soul. Evening comes, we head back in. My man knows just what he should do. Warm calloused hands to squeeze my ******* I'm a happy cow, with a contented moo!
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
Hands Upon My *******
Barefoot and dirt-clod I tip-toe across the yard Avoiding mounds of stickers Sharp rocks and weeds The sky is full Satin filled milk fluff And moonshine Full on me Our tangerine trees Rustle with low lying Bull frogs Rib bit, rib bit A symphony of crickets sings High pitched Beetle mania I hear a distant “moo” from the cows A latent “who” from the owls in the barn The statuesque wind chime Is playing a cacophony of wind song This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty I am one with the country, home again
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Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 8:15 PM UTC
Moonshine Wind Song
The Daily Mail, UK and Herald Sun (Australia) report on how Father Gabriele Amroth of the Vatican teaches that yoga and Harry Potter and the ‘oriental religions’ are the works of the Devil...the following poem  expresses my outrage at such stupidity and parochialism that still exists amongst some groups of Europeans even today in their relations with the East. song of Father Gabriele Amorth O yoga yoga baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby all you innocents and pure all blessed and destined for Heaven no go to yoga yoga yoga yoga yogurt is fine sugar in your yogurt is fine strawberry and apple in your yogurt is fine so eat eat your yogurt yogurt yogurt but yoga yoga O yoga yoga no go no go no go baby baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni and also no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby no go no go no go to yoga no to yoga and no go no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby now say after me: *yoga yoga yoga baa baa baa bad bad bad* and say after me: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad* O baby baby baby at our next conference I’ll teach you how the Dragon is bad and how the Chinese got it all wrong all these centuries with their Chinese Dragon, Dragon, Dragon but that’s for next time next time next time baby baby baby for now just repeat after me your most reverend Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni: *O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby* And say after me all ye faithful all ye blessed: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad*
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
song of Father Gabriele Amorth
The Daily Mail, UK and Herald Sun (Australia) report on how Father Gabriele Amroth of the Vatican teaches that yoga and Harry Potter and the ‘oriental religions’ are the works of the Devil...the following poem  expresses my outrage at such stupidity and parochialism that still exists amongst some groups of Europeans even today in their relations with the East. song of Father Gabriele Amorth O yoga yoga baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby all you innocents and pure all blessed and destined for Heaven no go to yoga yoga yoga yoga yogurt is fine sugar in your yogurt is fine strawberry and apple in your yogurt is fine so eat eat your yogurt yogurt yogurt but yoga yoga O yoga yoga no go no go no go baby baby baby sings Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni and also no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby no go no go no go to yoga no to yoga and no go no go to Harry Potter baby baby baby now say after me: *yoga yoga yoga baa baa baa bad bad bad* and say after me: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad* O baby baby baby at our next conference I’ll teach you how the Dragon is bad and how the Chinese got it all wrong all these centuries with their Chinese Dragon, Dragon, Dragon but that’s for next time next time next time baby baby baby for now just repeat after me your most reverend Father Gabriele Amorth in the Italian town of Terni: *O yoga yoga no go no go to yoga yoga baby baby* And say after me all ye faithful all ye blessed: *Harry Potter Harry Potter moo moo moo bad bad bad*
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when i'm drinking i always think the whiskey bottle to be in a predicament of the bus stop; i mean, waiting, for my eager slurp (god i wish i could insert an onomatopoeia right now) - i ate that body part and even nozzled it, i mean i stuck my nose in it being ripe... you better have sunday's news to let me forget; i swear, performing oral *** on women's genitalia makes you into an orator... or perhaps a gardener - that skin fold sure as **** speaks! well, better testimony than abraham circumcising isaac against holy ordained orders not to; but then the cat and dog doing overt-masturbation licking the **** thing; yes darling... pooch pooch ouch ooh now chow ready for a pampering? munch a moo choo cha cha wee wee? yeah, get that slobbering ***** filler out of here; oi! bring bang the blonde comb-over ferret! i ain't doing the spider dangle without it!
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
bus stop
That was then, this is now Who was where when what was how? Hear them take their last breath as they're shot down I scream Floating in the gene pool, expecting the man who can walk on water to arrive Sell outs and everyone who has had a bad week even though it's only Monday Whippersnappers hang their heads in shame I am one of twelve So expendable We live in gluttony Lineleaders, math teachers, bottom-feeders have no idea Watch them fall and be forced to crawl on their bellies We laugh Lewandowsky-Lutz dysplasia, getting back to your roots Progeric clock-makers, lying dead on The Yellow Brick Road Thin-skinned Transsexuals putting bricks in their purses We live by eight We die from our weight And go unbloomed        -Tommy Johnson Standing in a nuclear reactor somewhere in Chernobyl looking for the truth It might be in my contaminated endoplasmic reticulum I am a radiant Doppler radar Monopoly dollar Singing in the shower, amateur hour Projecting sour notes Pouring out their hearts and souls, hear them Trying Moo-juice nectar, spilling off The Round Table Blondes in red bracelets, Kabbalah saves them Henry pays no tax, John Berryman's bats tell us You are the lunatic We are the two quarters of a half-wit This whole thing is insane -Tommy Johnson
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
A Horse Of A Different Color
He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know, He drives his beasts above Cabra. The voice tells them home is warm. They moo and make brute music with their hoofs. He drives them with a flowering branch before him, Smoke pluming their foreheads. Boor, bond of the herd, Tonight stretch full by the fire! I bleed by the black stream For my torn bough!
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Tilly
**** fists and twisted wrist ticklers spitting witch hunting cow wranglers power ranger danger squad cod chewing confused cows abused by masses of cattle prods snobby steak chewers refuse to pay claiming they know how good steak should taste steak paste stays caked around their lips their face stays fixed on whatever **** they wish our riches erase our minds turning us into unkind swine crimes against humanity shine on a big screens part of everyday reality pigs squeal and cows moo simple beasts compared to you but look in the eyes of the beast that cries and try to believe the lie that we have earned the right to take life as we please it's just a belief, but it spreads like disease
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
mad cow disease
There's something strange going round down on the farm With the animal noises and speeding of cars If you listen it's a bit different, see can you hear it But Farmer Jones doesn't see any harm The pigs are out cleaning up after themselves As the cows cock-a-doodle-do The chickens aren't afraid of anything else And the horses greet you with a how do you do moo The string beans if you please are fit to be tied And the potatoes no longer see eye to eye The broccoli round here is now carrying spears As the tomatoes run for their lives It's Mrs. Jones that really has him worried though She dolls up and dresses fancy at night The way she lately behaves has this farmer quite afraid So he stays days in the field, out of sight, out of mind With the goats that communicate with an oink And the sheep learning to drive the car Yes there's something strange going round down on the farm But Farmer Jones doesn't seem to see any harm
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
No Harm Farm
My mother is out shopping but Benny can't come around as he has to work as do my brothers. I am left alone in the house. I lay on my bed staring at the sky through the window. It is a warm morning I can hear birdsong and cows moo from the farm. Why did Benny have to work now of all times I muse. I remember that time when he came and my mother had just gone out shopping and we made love on my bed. This bed where I lay now and even though I knew my mother had gone out shopping there was an odd thrill that she might come back and it added to the excitement. But she didn't and Benny had just gone when she drove back in the car with the shopping. I ought to get up and wash and dress but I want to lay here a bit more and imagine Benny is here and he's beside me now and undressed and we kiss and touch. I sense the electric run through me and I want him and we do. But of course we don't. I lay alone staring at the sky listening to birdsong and cows moo not making love and nothing to do.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
MILKA'S MORNING BLUES 1964.
Other worlds have hopes, for plants, for trees and dogs walking by, panting soaking in humidity like carp above water. Not ours. Dead ends, parked cars supplanting serenity with passion, desire crammed into row upon row of heartless dwellings expunging sunglass-wearing **** suckers blocking their emptiness from the world with reverse blindfolds. I know their eyes still glare at me, scoffing at them. Walking, I walk past their barricaded kennels, under- construction housing impersonating natural climes with sushi and slushy shops. People like them have admiss- able drives, hankering after freedom; they're indoctrinated to believe admission is monthly cable bills wired in beneath concrete slabs maintained compliance through lines painted on grass where overlords can tell livestock what to do. Bus chutes form hillsides, beside lines of trees which perfume these feedlots we call cities. **** oozes below streets walked on, they stared at me like cows, watching a ranch-hand suspicion toward anything beyond bistro fences. "What the **** are you looking at, you filthy animal? Have you no idea which species your greed feeds? Do you know where this ends for you? Who's tazing your *** who's making you sit there?" Moo, mooo. Mooooooooooooooooooo. Receipts, a cudgel on each table, more cudgels ring from pockets telling them what time it is, where they're to be. Sunday's almost over, back to blocks of houses! Graze on painted grass, then die, but not before you stare at me with empty eyes, you pathetic, miserable creatures.
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Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Painted Grass
Other worlds have hopes, for plants, for trees and dogs walking by, panting soaking in humidity like carp above water. Not ours. Dead ends, parked cars supplanting serenity with passion, desire crammed into row upon row of heartless dwellings expunging sunglass-wearing **** suckers blocking their emptiness from the world with reverse blindfolds. I know their eyes still glare at me, scoffing at them. Walking, I walk past their barricaded kennels, under- construction housing impersonating natural climes with sushi and slushy shops. People like them have admiss- able drives, hankering after freedom; they're indoctrinated to believe admission is monthly cable bills wired in beneath concrete slabs maintained compliance through lines painted on grass where overlords can tell livestock what to do. Bus chutes form hillsides, beside lines of trees which perfume these feedlots we call cities. **** oozes below streets walked on, they stared at me like cows, watching a ranch-hand suspicion toward anything beyond bistro fences. "What the **** are you looking at, you filthy animal? Have you no idea which species your greed feeds? Do you know where this ends for you? Who's tazing your *** who's making you sit there?" Moo, mooo. Mooooooooooooooooooo. Receipts, a cudgel on each table, more cudgels ring from pockets telling them what time it is, where they're to be. Sunday's almost over, back to blocks of houses! Graze on painted grass, then die, but not before you stare at me with empty eyes, you pathetic, miserable creatures.
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Most of my time is spent in a Piggly Wiggly line So you know the Hollywood rags I have seen Scouring them inside out, top to bottom, back to front I know all the skinny on all the skinny stars in-between This day Mona in a Moo Moo says from behind me Something about this must be done So with the east in our rear (That doesn't sound right does it!) Look out Hollywood California here we come Not long after landing in Los Angeles Before we even barely had time We set up what "THEY" think is an organic juice hand squeezed by Virgin's and Himalayan soy Sushi bar Out of our Hot Dog cart on the corner of Hollywood and Vine And yes, we've added a little secret ingredient Something to fatten those Hollywood types up So they'll look like the rest of us in America With the line around the block it looks like they can't get enough With a little dab here and a little sprinkle there (wink,wink) Our food has become the talk of the town You'd think they would have figured it out by now As each delicious bite adds a few extra pounds And menu items with names like -Add Another Roll Sushi- Or the... -Don't Look Behind You Sushi Surprise- Then there's our most popular item The -California Your **** SuperSize- Now that we've fattened up most of the Movie Stars and then some California's so heavy it may soon slide into the sea With a new concoction we've developed to stimulate brain juice's We're now taking our Hot Dog Cart to Washington D.C.
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Me, Mona, And Our Hollywood Hot Dog Cart
Who knew cows could write? I barely knew they could fight, But I was ever so wrong Cause here comes one singing a love song. What is it, click, clack, moo Or is it more like Dr. who? What is this world coming to Cause one day cows will be ruling you.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
writing cows
****** a ***** in Timbuktu Rode her all the way to Kalamazoo Told to ***** to blow my kazoo And I'd shove my finger in her tutu I wish all of this we're true The only ******* I get say moo
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Road trip