The Moose's Tale

I was wandering along the streets last night
When someone spotted a friendly old moose.
The moose was eager to tell his tale of woe,
So I told that moose that I had a friendly ear
And the moose believed my words
And this is what I hear

"A little old mouse with a long black tail left his wife and his childr'n to go and get the mail. What the mouse didn't know was that a young man-child loved mouses and would steal him away.
But little old mouse was a smart old thing so he stood on two legs and began to sing-
He said, 'Somebody get me a gun.
Somebody get me a gun.
If you don't right now I will shoot you anyhow
I said somebody get me a gun.'

Now this little boy was a stupid little brat - he simply hid the mouse beneath a Yankee baseball hat, and the mouse crawled out and at the top of his voice he proclaimed, he proclaimed, he proclaimed.

He said, 'Somebody get me a gun
Somebody get me a gun
And if you hit me with that broom
I swear upon Gouda I will kill every mother in this room"

Well the little boy smashed and the mouse he dashed and something went awry. For the little boy's father had a pistol for safe keeping in a little tiny hole that the mouse did find. So the mouse shot the boy and the mouse shot the mother and the mouse went outside and he killed the boy's brother and when the mouse had decided that he'd had his druthers, the father stumbles in and he meets the boy and brother

Shoutin', "Somebody get me a gun
Somebody near better run
Cuz I love my wife and I love my babies
More than any of you shits would ever know."

So I said to the moose, "What's the bother with the mouse, cuz if you ask me straight, I would call the mouse a louse. He's a shit and he shot a little innocent boy; what's the deal with this tale that you tell?"

The moose looked up and he said with a shrug, "If you give a mouse a gun, then it's worse than doing drugs." And the moose trotted off and I heard myself singing, though I can't remember why.

I said, "Somebody get me a gun
Somebody get me a gun
If you don't get me a gun I will shoot you in the head
You'll be dead you'll be dead"

Poser Poser

Whispered twisted clay
Is making my decisions
But everything to say
Has five different visions
And somehow it seems clear
That you
Will find number seven

Hunting was today
Nothing was before
Criminalite
Has stumbled through the door
And I know
That foolery and feelings go together

Why doesn't lots of fun sound like a lot of fun
Why doesn't lots of fun sound like a lot of fun

Juggling jesters score
Melodramatic monster trucks
They keep them off the floor-
Five hundred rabbits fuck fuck fuck and
Make twelve hundred more
While you and she were sleeping

Move
You've got nothing left
Stand up

Attempting Politics

John McCain looks us in the eye (camera) and tells us "I hate war." Which is it, then? One hundred years in Iraq or victory by urgency of old McCain's hatred? You've got some 'splaining to do with your flip-flops by the way (on the tax cuts, the war, and how they came beautifully at the same time). Unlike John Kerry's flip-floppery (thank you Karl Rove), John McCain's flipping is quite real and... let's call it substantial.

I don't trust anything a Republican says. In my day, you could spot young Republicans a mile off. They're the one's calling one another fag (nu-uh, we only call fags fags, fag). They do it in order to assure themselves of their own nutsack. You see, no one loves testicles more than a young Republican. Not to say that Democrats don't love testicles... because they do.

Democrats are taking a shot at beacon status these days. Hope for hope to carry the day. So where can I stand in this thing? I should get a girlfriend. Been long enough. Anyway, the election is a tricky thing because politicians are a heck of a thing to have to choose. Obama said he would allow for five days of public internet posting before he signs any bill. Who's going to read the postings, let alone the bills? I accept the democratic gesture as long as the President takes responsibility for his decision-making no matter who and how many others he listens to. I'm sure at the end the signing of the bills won't just be a majority yes-no contest. Obama's a smart guy.

Bush has made me paranoid, fearful, and in the case of the Patriot Act he seemed to be calling me an idiot to my face. Even my unborn children were stepped on by that joke (it was a joke, right?) Bush is such a monumental suck-head that change as an answer seems like an understatement of sorts. The trick is to know what's good about the standing order as well as what is "broken," and to change only what will account for a difference for the better.

Obama asks me to believe in his ability to bring about a change. I wish I understood the greater substance of such a change before I was asked to believe in it. Giving all Americans the health plan of a Senator is a brilliant concept. I personally think that Doctors should be paid as much as school teachers and should help everyone they are able to help whether they see a penny for it or not. All school teachers should be paid double what they are paid now, of course. Is the best doctor the best doctor because of his paycheck, or the teacher the same? Do we not allow both to become the best, and give them respect and luxuries along the way? Always equipment has to be taken care of, but not above the lives of the doctors and the citizens and anyone asking for healing. As the maintenance and acquisition of equipment is linked to the care over the lives of patients, it should be provided for on a basis of need and preventative care for emergencies in cities.

Gas Leak

In the 1960s the conservative agenda had hoses and guns to hold off blacks and students. These days they have the more respected corners of the Fox News Channel. Lets face the music or listen to it for once. Republicans have taken change, the color green, the word patriot, and freedom; they will continue to suck them dry meanwhile accusing liberals of causing confusion. Saddam Hussein was responsible for the events of September 11. Nice and clear, Mr. Cheney. Clearly, you find me stupid. The stupider I am, the better friends we're apt to be. War doesn't pay for itself? War doesn't pay. Period.

स्तेफें Colbert

Colbert has fudged his name again (third and most relaxed time I seen it), slipping back into the non-French pronunciation. This time he was not trying to stay angry at Korean pop star Rain, but trying to "keep it together." That's right the nomination is in and the whole thing is coming to a long-awaited beginning and Barack Obama is the (presumptive) Democratic nominee. I'm pretty darned excited for that because I hope that the Americans may start to recognize America. That's right. Some concern has been expressed about our States. The question arises: is America ready for a black President? Some people answer no to this question before taking the time to consider that it is they who are answering the question. If you answer no to this question, please don't blame it on America. If you have to blame someone, and I can't believe I even have to say this, you have to blame yourself. Blaming the media will not suffice if we are to truly combat racial hatred and racism.

This was not really about Stephen Colbert. Ummm... I just want some responsibility to be... hey now that McClellan's book is out, shouldn't we be able to impeach that sucker? Wait... Cheney was their protection against any attempt at such a thing. Remember how smart all the Republicans said he was leading up to 2000? Like, "Hey we know Bush is dumb, but look at his running mate!!" Yeah. Thanks, guys.

Wordless

I feel that I missed
An opportunity to view
Sitting down with you
And seeing Wild Strawberries

I flew the room
Missed my old rug
And hurt myself

Turning to face what
I wished were now you
The pitiful mulling pate

I resisted nothing
That could pull me
Starkly downward

I might even hit
The seventh floor

The Stars are So Big

Give me a home
o Give me a home
Where I fell and I think and I lay
Where burdens are surd
And the pull its been slurred
And a steers in a slut every day

Bored
Bored and deranged
Slurpin' fears, and a mystical grain
And burped in a herd
And scourged on a word
And meals are not hurdely plain

Love
Love and in Love
With a monkey and wench and a girl
I love her I do
And until you have proof
I will say she's as chaste as a lamb

no
a life sustaining planet

maybe
a birth
- damn rhymes -
a squirrel