“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
Our hope would be to take the roadblocks down No more to have to hide behind the walls Negativity built with a frown, Even though she smiles in gleaming halls
Welcoming all with fawning falsity, Yet yearning all the while for something solid. Excitement dies in stuffy halls at tea, As hypocrisy makes discourse witless, stolid.
Rarely may we speak without a filter. ‘Tis safer not, lest someone take offense. So, fearing to be thought bizarre –– off kilter –– Daft –– depraved –– or simply too intense ––
A fear of ostracism serves P-C, Yielding a moribund society.
I really wanna hear it, And I really wanna see Nobody hafta fear it, Dis gubmint ob de free,
'Cause we ain't got no mo' Any reason now to sing, If de gubmint shuts de do' On our doin' our own thing.
So gib me lots o’ hot dawgs An' bacon, beans an' brats, An' cook up all dem fat hawgs Full o' saturated fats
"Cause I'm gonna be free To lib de way I please, Cause I know, an' I can see I'm gonna get a disease,
And die like a fly Hit by de Lawd's fly swatter, So why shouldn't I stay high An' live like a Gypsy squatter?
Gulp down de licker An' swill down de brew, Even if it makes me sicker? I got nuttin' else to do,
'Cause I'm a low-down redneck An' a good-natured slob, An' before I am a dead wreck I'm gonna do my job
An' my job is to live Like a mudder fuggin' fool, While I cheerfully give The Finger to each Assachusetts ghoul Who dares to try to tell me how to live!
__________ On New Year’s Day _________
ReplyDeleteOur hope would be to take the roadblocks down
No more to have to hide behind the walls
Negativity built with a frown,
Even though she smiles in gleaming halls
Welcoming all with fawning falsity,
Yet yearning all the while for something solid.
Excitement dies in stuffy halls at tea,
As hypocrisy makes discourse witless, stolid.
Rarely may we speak without a filter.
‘Tis safer not, lest someone take offense.
So, fearing to be thought bizarre –– off kilter ––
Daft –– depraved –– or simply too intense ––
A fear of ostracism serves P-C,
Yielding a moribund society.
~ FreeThinke
EARTHY WIT and WISDOM from the The PEOPLES' POET
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I really wanna hear it,
And I really wanna see
Nobody hafta fear it,
Dis gubmint ob de free,
'Cause we ain't got no mo'
Any reason now to sing,
If de gubmint shuts de do'
On our doin' our own thing.
So gib me lots o’ hot dawgs
An' bacon, beans an' brats,
An' cook up all dem fat hawgs
Full o' saturated fats
"Cause I'm gonna be free
To lib de way I please,
Cause I know, an' I can see
I'm gonna get a disease,
And die like a fly
Hit by de Lawd's fly swatter,
So why shouldn't I stay high
An' live like a Gypsy squatter?
Gulp down de licker
An' swill down de brew,
Even if it makes me sicker?
I got nuttin' else to do,
'Cause I'm a low-down redneck
An' a good-natured slob,
An' before I am a dead wreck
I'm gonna do my job
An' my job is to live
Like a mudder fuggin' fool,
While I cheerfully give
The Finger to each Assachusetts ghoul
Who dares to try to tell me how to live!
~ Jaime Titcomb Wryly
Jaime must be a friend of Sweeney Agonistes...
ReplyDeleteJaime identifies most closely with Al Terego –– yet-another poetaster with above-average skills, but Alas! no true spark of genius.
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Say hi to him from me, next time you see him! Genius lies in the eye of the beholder. ;)
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