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June 16, 2005
mister Cyclopes & the men I have grown to love
oh mister Cyclopes, big government is bad when you
watch TV all night, a cigarette is always a cigarette
no matter what happens to it. Sometimes I feel like
you’re the only real thing in my life, not (the
unchanging cigarette) just the kaleidoscope of
compliments & kisses you over night. Those swollen
tomahawks & talk show humorists, you smoking mini vans
& apache plagiarists, when does a riot cop decide to
write something intimidating on the front of his
helmet? He’s only been hit in the head a few times &
he hates it, this is a classified memo demanding that
you destroy the super flu samples, if the virus seeps
into our crown victoria we will all be turned into
headless vermin & they will use our little bodies to
mean streak red warnings of the apocalypse. A man is
always a man no matter what happens to it. The boy who
collects assault rifles is a worried boy, the girl who
uses the word frontline in conversation is a girl
whose calculus has been proven – now the can of
emergency drinking water has become a mushy slosh,
will you smooch him when we erupts like-
a busted spigot or a kevlar pig ready to kick heads?
Who is going to macromanage middle america? iPod One,
the little diction clipped to the president’s waist,
plays free downloaded pop, when I called the first
daughters blurry hurdy-gurdies I meant it like pretty
organ grinders, but I wasn’t talking about anyone
we’ve seen for real, just a singing photograph taped
to the cathode. Write to your congressman & ask them
how much a pound of hamburger costs, big government
means less freedom for the discounted calm diggers &
back to school items, we found her in the dvd bin, she
believed it to be a ball pit & sank down to lethal
weapons. Where do we fit into the remodeling success
story? He’s been hit in the soft drink a few times &
likes it
Posted by Rock Heals at June 16, 2005 04:00 AM
