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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Nation Building

Nation Building You don't build a nation like you build a house But, instead, you apparently use A wrecking ball and an arsenal, A steamroller with turrets on top Which spit a strange language you don't want to hear The words of bullet and death And you pitch that message as you canvass the crowd... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Insane

Insane Have Americans gone completely insane, For whom apples are oranges and red is green? They declare the non-uniform a uniform rule And illegal the violators of an illegal law. Forgotten are the words, though remembered the name, Consent of the governed is thrown to the wind While the sovereign... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Oath of Office

Oath of Office I, Mr. President, as I prefer to be called, Do solemnly pretend to swear or affirm To uphold the Constitution to ridicule While gaining more power for myself To micromanage down to personal affairs The minutiae of your daily life So that everything you eat, drink or breathe Must first... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 25, 2010

No Rest

No Rest No rest for the weary or was it the wicked? Whatever the saying, 'tis true of the parent. Copyright © 2010 by C. P. Klapper written on June 25, 2010 Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Shattered

Shattered The people are shattered Their eyes cracked on the television screen Their homes crushed to minutest grains Hanging off the moth web of driveways and roads Where larvae feed off of substance, dreams and minds. Hi neighbor! A car speeds by O neighbor? Eyes blind with blinders Hello,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sounds

Sounds I hear the sounds of what passes for silence In a land where all roads lead to Home The rumble of commerce permitted on wheels But not to be built in a residential zone. I hear the muffled roar of sedans, The naked rattle of motor bikes, As the songs of starlings scurry away From those with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Theoretically, you can make money here on Blogit

which is kind of the problem. These are all theoretical. Any practical profit has to buck the freebie culture of the world wide web, itself rooted in the original design goal of the web being a electronic, hyper-linked library of research papers in government (DARPA) and academia. Many of us from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Moron

Moron It's a tough call as to which is worse, Between the one who could act like a moron Before a hostile press eager for each stumble And the one who acts like we are morons, Talking slowly to the slow class, For whom there are no blunders, no stupidity Which cannot fail to reach agreement Through... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Serenity

Serenity There's a place called Serenity To which there is no road, But only a path which you must walk. There is no other way. Your companions may be people Or maybe the birds and trees, But only splashed upon by rain And blown by the wind and breeze. You may find it in the streets at night Or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Family at the Curb

The Family at the Curb And as we passed, as we would say, But we are a dagger slicing through the heart, The death of a thousand rolling cuts through their town, They were witnesses, forced to be, pushed to the curb, Or the curb pushed to them, in their facade. The toddler walks across their... Sign in to see full entry.

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