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One Less God One Less God

You don't believe in Hades,
You don't believe in Set
(You spurn all other "pagan" gods,
Let us not forget!)

You don't trust the deities
You do not think are true.
I just choose to put my trust
In one less god than you.One Less God1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

good newswhy don’t you just follow the lies?
why don’t you just do what you’re told?

people die without a second thought
the one’s in charge feel no remorse
no guilt or no shame
they just tell the masses, “go! be proud!
die for your country and the good of the world!”
when there really is no need to die at all
only man’s greed and pride
and a deep prejudice
stands in the way of a long sough peace.

why don’t you give me all you rights?
why don’t you stop trying?

they take some and they take more
and the people ignorantly follow
like a heard of trusting sheep
to their bed of burning coals
onegood news5 years ago in Free Verse

A New Conservative Party

Given the remaining candidates out of the initial crop of crazy; and the nature of the Republican Party in the last three years alone (not counting their actions under the Bush administration); isn't it time we wrote them off and called for a new Conservative Party? Lets face it; short of a Constitutional Amendment establishing Instant Runoff voting; this is the best option we have right now.

Its important to note that this is how politics has worked in America since the Federalists and the Democratic-Republicans; every time one party fell out of touch with the interests of the public, they found themselves being replaced by someone more appA New Conservative Party1 year ago in Free Verse

Modern LibertarianI Am The Very Model Of A Modern Libertarian

I am the very model of a modern libertarian,
I voted for Ron Paul although he is septuagenarian.
It's true, with most conservatives my views are quite contrarian,
I am the very model of a modern libertarian!

I read and comprehend Ayn Rand, although they say she is insane.
I frankly think her critics simply cannot stop waxing inane.
I swear defeat to every single socialistic Stalinist!
Although it is invisible, the Market-Hand can make a fist!
I believe that medicare and medicaid are communist,
That FDR and Carter and Bill Clinton all were socialists,
That Trotskyites and union-thugs are bModern Libertarian2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Bullet The Bullet

As a child is born to a world of dread,
So a bullet's born to the House of Lead,
And slugs and men have a life to shed.

As a child is shaped in its early life,
So a bullet's shined like a broad-head knife,
Then stamped into marriage with a copper wife.

Then he is packaged in a steel-stamped case
And shipped to the tropics of a war-torn place
To rest in the flesh of a foreign race.

Now he is taken into fingers tight,
From dim magazine to the dark of night,
Locked into place as the bolt rolls tight.

The pin draws back like a scorpion stinThe Bullet2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Parasites            Parasites

The little mites will bite the fleas
   That, in-turn, bite the tick,
Who, like those before him,
   Turn out the same old trick.

The tick, once fat and happy,
   Begins to seep out plagues,
And frees a microscopic pest
   To further its malaise.

Human-kind has three such pests
   That bother it like cankers.
As such, we have identified
   The Lawyers, Kings, and Bankers.Parasites2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Uniform           Uniform

The General says to soldiers,
   'Toss your hearts upon the grass,
And fashion on your shoulders
   New organs made of brass.'

'This medal is my beating heart,
   It proves that I am brave!
And this one's for the marksman's art.
   I'll take it to my grave!'

Trinkets, cords, and epaulettes,
   And shiny little things
Are bulls-eyes for the bayonets
   Of foreign banks and kings.

Let's hope the modern uniform,
   With all its mystery,
Like Babylonic cunUniform2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Barbed Wire         Barbed Wire

The Gardeners had come today
   With pointed, shining tools.
The thorny vines they clutched were gray,
   And wound up tight in spools.

They pounded posts into the mound,
   And strung wire out on stalks,
And buried disks deep underground
   To explode when someone walks.

They need no sun at all to grow,
   Just hate and fear and sweat.
They water to the overflow
   With blood and mud and debt.

The curls are old and overgrown
   With dead-men on the vine.
TheyBarbed Wire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Pilfered MatterPilfered Matter

You're made of pilfered matter.
You stole it from the Earth
(Who stole it from the comets
At the solar-system's birth),

Who stole it from the asteroids
That shot across the rift,
And sewed by their collision
A planetary gift,

A gift that was not theirs to give,
Nor is their dust their own.
It came colossal distances
From origins unknown

To fall into a pit of light
And birth a baby star
That blasted out the elements
Man trades at the bazaar.

You wear your stolen merchandise
With nonchalance and mirth,
But soon you will relinquish
Your stock back to the Earth

Who will hold the goods in trust
And use them 'tPilfered Matter1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Lull in the fighting      Lull in the fighting

The lancer sets his boots to dry,
   The gunner writes to mum;
The men who'd send them off to die
   Are idle, deaf, and dumb.

The runner cannot catch a wink,
   Despite how hard he tries,
And the lazy charger bows to drink
   As he's bothered by the flies.

The sergeant puffs his Woodstock pipe,
   Then fingers through his mail,
And gives his sweaty brow a wipe
   And replies in great detail.

He scribbles off some pleasant words
   And nods at what he wrote,
Then turnsLull in the fighting2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Black-Powder OrchestraThe Black-Powder Orchestra

The brass take their positions,
    The wind-men stand up straight,
The Maestro fingers his little watch
    That ticks away my fate.

Percussionists ready the hammers
    That on timpani will roll,
And all the instruments clamor
    To take away my soul.

A tiny ensemble, really;
    Three and the Maestro make four,
But the rifles make an orchestra
    To play what the masses adore.

Three men, three guns and their captain;
    Drums, horns and tenors in one.
When hThe Black-Powder Orchestra3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Bella CiaoBella Ciao

As they awakened, one cloudy morning,
O Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao!
As they awakened, one cloudy morning,
They heard invaders drawing near!

She whispers gently, 'Please take me with you,'
O Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao!
She whispers gently, 'Please take me with you,'
'Although I'm gone, love, do not fear.'

'And if I'm buried up on the mountain,'
O Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao!
'And if I'm buried up on the mountain,
Place a flower by my grave.'

'So that the people who travel by me,'
O Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao, ciao!
'So that the people who travel Bella Ciao2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Insanity Song                     Insanity Song

To regulate a Banker, or bloated CEO
   Is the very thing from which Tyranny will flow!
And so the regulating laws are all decapitated-
   But regulate the Wombs! (Unless they're incorporated)

Break the Unions' backs! Outlaw them if you must!
   Obey the hedge-fund hawk, and monopolistic trust.
Ignore the speculators, and defense-contracting goons;
   Of course, it's only Unions that misuse people's dues.

Thrash small farming subsidies! Insanity Song2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Never Be A Cat   Never Be A Cat

The Mouse toils endlessly,
   Beside him toils the Rat,
When they both see suddenly
   The pin-stripe suited Cat.

The Rat is scared and flees the scene,
   His friend, the Mouse, stands stiff,
The Cat, with jaws like guillotines,
   Whispers a little drift.

'Do you know why you toil here?'
   His eyes are granite slits,
'Because the Rat is lazy, dear,'
   He nods and licks his lips.

'Your work is hard, 'cuz his is not,
   It's not so hard to grasp,'
The Cat slinks in, his breath is hot,
Never Be A Cat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Slaughter Slaughter

I watched them march to slaughter,
Straight up the packer's ramp.
Sick or strong, right or wrong,
They gave them all The Stamp.

I watched them at the process.
Down they came with skill,
To dispatch one single slash,
They went in for the kill.

I watched them march to slaughter,
I saw them at the deed.
They issued loans, and mortgaged homes.
They killed them all with greed!Slaughter2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Ghost of Thomas Paine    The Ghost of Thomas Paine

Screams and howls pierced the night,
   To which I then awoke,
And in my stomach stirred a fright
   As I fetched my cap and coat.

I sprinted out into the yard
   To see what was amiss,
And saw an Old Man standing guard
   With pursed and wrinkled lips.

He stared into the night-time air,
   He nodded at the sky.
With all his rheumy, knowing stare
   He knew much more than I.

'What's that sound?' I asked in fear,
   His face grew tight and strained.
My blood shot cold, his voiThe Ghost of Thomas Paine2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

When The Fascists Come Marchin' HomeWhen The Fascists Come Marchin' Home

In march the haughty Thatcherites,
        Hurrah! Hurrah!
Dismantle all the worker's rights,
        Hurrah! Hurrah!
The worker is the owner's tool
And he'll take his pick from the labor-pool,
And we'll all be fools when Thatcher comes marchin' home!

In march the fabled Reaganaughts,
        Hurrah! Hurrah!
Tax and health and spending-cuts,
        Hurrah! Hurrah!
Labor is crushed and the jobs ship out,
And the rest of us we can just aWhen The Fascists Come Marchin' Home9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics

Approving of the World   Ballad on Approving of the World

I'm not unjust, just not courageous either.
   I saw their vision for the world today;
It was dark, and made my blind soul even blinder.
   In fear, I said I'd like the world that way!

I looked up from beneath their gleaming truncheons,
   And thought I'd judge my new world as I saw.
Looked and saw butchers suited for their functions,
   They asked me if I liked, and I said 'Sure!'

From that moment, my professed opinion
   Was: better cowardly than in one's grave!
To keep from falling under their dominion,
Approving of the World2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Hitler's SpectreHitler's Spectre

By David Eveleigh

Have you seen him?
A phantom in uniform
With a bullet hole in his skull
Haunting rallies
And threatening freedom
Have you seen him?
Many say they have...
They point at their most bitter foe
And tell horror tales
Wild stories
And exaggerated truths
About how the spectre of Fascism
Has been reborn
But they don't frighten me
For I know the truth...

There's no such thing as ghostsHitler's Spectre11 months ago in Free Verse

The Devil Went Down to DCThe Devil Went Down to DC
Sung to the tune of
The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Original Lyrics by me

The Devil went down to DC, he was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind, and he was willing to make a deal
When he came upon a libertarian on the campaign trail playing it hot
The Devil jumped on a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a politician too
"And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
"I've seduced libertarians before boy so give the Devil his due
"I'll bet gold currency against your soul that I can get you too."
The man said "MThe Devil Went Down to DC5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Twelve Days of ChristmasOn the twelth day of Christmas, the chickens gave to we...

Twelve Frontline members
Eleven Frontline battles
Ten guest stars
Nine cans of Red Bull
Eight makeovers
Seven drummers drumming
Six bus drivers
Five guys named Matt!
Four broken bones
Three worldwide tours
Two Tylenol
And a monster name Shirtless Smitty!The Twelve Days of Christmas4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

You say . . . You say . . .

You say you're pure as iron,
Free of genetic waste.
I say 'The Sea's impurity
Is noticed in the taste.'

You say your holy story
Tells what is right and wrong.
I say 'How many devils
Have sung that very song?'

You say that they are enemies
And beat them black and blue.
I say 'Because you say it
Doesn't mean it's true.'You say . . .2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Talked Too Much               Talked Too Much

I talked too much for your liking,
   So much that you'd rather me mute.
When the subject was climate or hiking,
   You told me my jabber was cute.

For all the flapping my tongue did,
   It ran on a sentence too long,
And I soon became far too candid,
   So you put an end to my song.

You told me you loved how I ravaged
   Your neighbors and critics and peers.
But the next words I said seemed too savage
   And wholly profane for your ears.Talked Too Much2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Hillary Clinton(a parody of "Paris Hilton" by Citizens for a Better America [The OK Go Away Paris Hilton Apparatus]
http://www.goawayparis.com)

I saw a story on the news today
It made me wanna throw up
About a chick who just won't go away
I think we've all had enough

Well, she said she's true to her word
Then, she lies about policy
She's one of the fifty million candidates
In the primary

So here's to you, Hillary Clinton
Will you hear us when we say
You've got everything you want
So could you please just go away

So, here's to you, Hillary Clinton
We'll say what's on our minds
Go away, go away, Hillary Clinton
Leave America behind

I saw heHillary Clinton5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

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