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.....................................................................The economy is secure

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how would william blake vote?






.............................................................................How would William Blake vote?



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......................................................................You had to be there

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................................................................................If we stay calm, none of us will get thru this



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............................................................................Giddyup (I am here)





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.......................................................................................................this isn't finished ...
What

What did you burn a stool today


Teachers, leeches, death-wish preachers

carved their lies into my features

taught me my place, and the ABC

killed my eyes with useless schemes

they never supported any one of my dreams

they took a heart that loved

and gave a mind that screams


no real family, and no true friends

but I know you like me, because I follow trends

what would you like, fives or tens?


You can't return softness to a grown man's face

I can't go back to my state of grace


I follow the colors on traffic-lights

I'm fully agreeable, I'm this polite


because they taught me my place, and my ABC

and the numbers to add up

what they stole from me

I can't see, can't feel, can hardly hear

but I've got my diploma in greed and fear

I'll chew on you, in this damn rat-race

but I'll never return to my state of grace


teachers, leeches, death-wish preachers

carved their lies into my features.










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..................................................Free Will



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....................................................................it's It's all a matter of tryst


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poem

If cars don't like sugar they can

lick the freeways that gorillas

wearing strapless accordions

fire bullets at

or eat 7 bowls of spaghetti

using someone else's hands

to pry open the closet

the closet which has sat patiently

underground for a thousand years

like a girl's smile

or a store so full of pinatas

that they've spilled out and blocked the street

until the townspeople develop enuf knees

to use tree-trunks as broom handles

then an orange-shaped sound is sure to vibrate

which will cause

brand-new babies to pop out of toasters

the length and breadth of this one-

dimensional continent

& I personally, on that occasion

will not be opposed to taking a late breakfast.

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....................................................The Dealer








Robot killers, robot wars
robot pimps, robot whores
robot lovers are all the rage
and robot homeless need robot change

robots smile and walk on by
robots talk, and robots try
sleek new ones, and rusty cans
robots feel, they understand
i've seen robots on TV
robots look like you and me

sometimes scruffy, sometimes neat
i've seen robots on the street
i've seen robots in the store
i've seen robots at my door
i've seen robots on TV
robots look like you and me


robots kneel in robot church
robots fear the robot worst
robot hope in robot mind
robots waste their robot time
robots vote for robot change
robots dream of private gain
robots stay their robot same


robot work, robot bed
robotic thought inside my head
am I programmed to see me?

robot pimps and robot whores
robot killers, robot wars
robot lovers are all the rage
and robot homeless need robot change
robot homeless need robot change
robot rabbits, robot snails
robots swop their robot tales

robots kneel in robot church
robots fear the robot worst
happy robots come in first
cheerful robots come in first
cheerful robots come in first

i've seen robots on TV
i've seen robots
robots.


I must avoid an angry android.


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The roof top's shoulderblade defines a morning star
which has belched coal-dust into its' mother's face
slate and whistle bend the
haymarket tussle of an octopus
the least-known of men
a heavy cul-de-sac tears off its' head
& bright wild flowers of every color
stream up and out
levitational pull decreases
the toppling of a pillar
a tired nose blames poor weather
in a month of July's we built a cake
with a plane riveted to its' skull
that plane was a ribbon of frozen salmon
salmon which is red and circular
the Strongman, chief exhibit at the
zoo which is overgrown and gorgeously deserted
except on days when the tea-pot is laughing hysterically
at the sight of a pair of white stilettos
found lying in dry grass
they are closer than the owner realises
to a medieval coal-mine


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