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Cannon Fodder

When all else fails (and at some point it will), so all that’s left to us is simply talk, the victors will be those with basic skills for making idle words seem like a walk through all the rhetoric and … Continue reading

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The answer: a 20 questions poem

What’s the point? Is there some reason why you ask? Do you really care? Does anyone really want to know? Why does it seem to matter so much? Who do we think we are? What difference does it make, anyway? … Continue reading

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You Could Change: tanka

You could change the world if just given half a chance; why are you waiting? It really doesn’t matter once the moment’s gone away. You could move mountains if just sincerely inspired; what more do you need? It doesn’t really … Continue reading

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Blue Monday

I’ve never met a President, I doubt I ever will; In recent years, the only likely one for that was Bill. They never seem to be much like the people that I know: they have more money, that’s for sure, … Continue reading

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Dear Kleenex

As of late, there’s been a commercial advertising your products that runs a little something like this … A man with a shaven head (not tonsured, but completely shaven), wearing maroon robes very similar in style to those worn by … Continue reading

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The Art of War on …

Poverty, Illiteracy, Hunger, Drugs, and ultimately what I’d like to address, Terrorism. Does it appear to anyone but myself that our great “national” causes (that we cast as decisive “battles” since Johnson’s Great Society and its War on Poverty) deal … Continue reading

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The disembodied politic

Sometimes I wish it wasn’t so that I’m a Democrat Perhaps if things were different it wouldn’t come to that But as it is I often wish the slate could be swept clean And then I wouldn’t have to choose … Continue reading

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