Humpty Dumpty sat on my face and....
Where's all the voices
caged up in mortal sin like a child's spin-top
turning your best-friend-died-pity-party
into dollars for nothingness
a dream engraved with expectations
The Poet's Guild.......dig it, man
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Once upon a long, long time,
before the age of Man,
The Earth was green
and quite pristine,
an Eden wonderland.
Far wiser creatures roamed The Earth
pre-Man's ascendancy,
tooth and claw
and tarpits all
just lived in harmony.
Fireball and earthquake,
glacier ice, volcano flame,
would rip and tear
The Ecosphere,
yet Eden stayed the same.
Then Man, the evil wretch, appeared
with greed and carbon sin,
arrogant stride
and market pride,
Man did poor Eden in.
But from patrician pampered privilege
a Prophet answered the plea
a Promised One,
Senator's son,
failed doc divinity.
He collated contextless graphs
and false cause photo clips
and made a go
of a roadshow
preaching Apocalypse.
He soon was Senator, like Dad,
and even became Veep,
Two Thousand went,
lost President,
and went off the end deep.
Then took the roadshow to the screen
to mass evangelize,
and pushed the vid
upon the kids
and won The Nobel Prize.
Though infidels and heretics
denied The Truth they heard
and dared profess
no consensus,
The Prophet preached The Word.
'Til in the halls of Congress,
His Gospel at last obeyed,
by their will
came Holy Bill
for Carbon Cap and Trade.
So rejoice, all ye brethren,
for His Glory is at hand,
His Sacraments
for low footprints
will justly rule the land.
Lightbulbs, trees, toilet paper,
hybrid cars and compost piles,
windmill spins,
recycle bins,
and eco-Marxist smiles,
Soy milk, organic honey,
Green Delights now all in store,
Liberty stilled
with no Free Will,
The Holy Church of Gore.
Copyright ? 2009 Papa Possum
before the age of Man,
The Earth was green
and quite pristine,
an Eden wonderland.
Far wiser creatures roamed The Earth
pre-Man's ascendancy,
tooth and claw
and tarpits all
just lived in harmony.
Fireball and earthquake,
glacier ice, volcano flame,
would rip and tear
The Ecosphere,
yet Eden stayed the same.
Then Man, the evil wretch, appeared
with greed and carbon sin,
arrogant stride
and market pride,
Man did poor Eden in.
But from patrician pampered privilege
a Prophet answered the plea
a Promised One,
Senator's son,
failed doc divinity.
He collated contextless graphs
and false cause photo clips
and made a go
of a roadshow
preaching Apocalypse.
He soon was Senator, like Dad,
and even became Veep,
Two Thousand went,
lost President,
and went off the end deep.
Then took the roadshow to the screen
to mass evangelize,
and pushed the vid
upon the kids
and won The Nobel Prize.
Though infidels and heretics
denied The Truth they heard
and dared profess
no consensus,
The Prophet preached The Word.
'Til in the halls of Congress,
His Gospel at last obeyed,
by their will
came Holy Bill
for Carbon Cap and Trade.
So rejoice, all ye brethren,
for His Glory is at hand,
His Sacraments
for low footprints
will justly rule the land.
Lightbulbs, trees, toilet paper,
hybrid cars and compost piles,
windmill spins,
recycle bins,
and eco-Marxist smiles,
Soy milk, organic honey,
Green Delights now all in store,
Liberty stilled
with no Free Will,
The Holy Church of Gore.
Copyright ? 2009 Papa Possum
Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?
JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho? sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we?ll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world?s a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won?t note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician?s stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It?s so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier?s part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he?s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let?s give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
- A. Lawrence Vaincourt
(A Soldier Died Today)
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho? sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we?ll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world?s a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won?t note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician?s stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It?s so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier?s part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he?s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let?s give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
- A. Lawrence Vaincourt
Don't start none...won't be none.
That's so fucked up and so funny. 