WHAT IS IT? YOU SAY
A BUTTON THAT YOU CAN PUSH
MAKES ME A SCREAMER

game of dealers choice
"omaha, no u the ho"
and it makes no sense

it says 'drink moxie'
in a challenge to take the
taste, bitter and sweet

we can all write things
with our own selections
imperfect, but here

so you say you teach
yet nothing learned. flat dead splayed
oh yes ..by Benise

call me a coward
pussy u r ..when you hide yes
behind hollywood

i love you darling
anger and hate has to go
I seek a real bond

pencil on the desk
lonely bored he plays his cards
as if a winner

perils of nothing
in tomorrow and today
nothing does happen

deeper breached the walls
stronger like wolf and than some
teacher say goodbye

shooting straight as kind
a shadow missed and took hide
cloaked for sin in light

what is it about
as crap gets done, somehow life
just seems to get fun?

kit kat is better
chocolate outside, cookie in
oh so delicious

Anger is a gift.
You won't find it on e-bay,
it's the thought that counts

my army surrounds
ready to break down her walls
a garden within

once I saw a bug
I looked down at it real close
it's face curled..he toot

I think it's the best
advice you offer for all
tis' the season yet

So I went shopping
and thought of you today. gifts
yes that's what does count

consider hitler
6 million died and more
then he killed himself

I wonder if such
pride remains when one is gone
to avoid the proud

others can't will my
fear or kindness, only I
can, such is power

someone else's harm
doesn't register but if
it's your own, as one

cliche says, do unto
others, saying that just ticks
off the proud and wild

then again, the
logic of violence thinks
all are violent

to survive, and pick
at the bones of survival
but not to go on

turn the other cheek
and i'll break your fucking chin
violence is golden

I also realized that
I could have salsa and that
would be just as well

yeah, I can turn my
sails, and have to go with the
wind as it takes me

you say go this way
then the wind blows, I'll be damned
you change direction

truth is the weak go
after the weak because they
don't want to see or

smell their own beings
and remain perhaps as they are
for they know it

people respond, to
words, violence, heckling, like
seagulls in the old

book by Richard Bach
they eat, fly, squabble, shit, flap
and he just wants flight

flight above it all,

turning the other
cheek, do people get that at
all anymore or

does one have to be
Satanic, and smack with all
force, like a pack man

one thing i never
liked about this place is how
one tears like beasts to

bone, the human mind
how can I win, win, win, win
I am at a loss

my philosophy
is that your philosophy
sucks no matter what

at circuit city
i elbow my fellow man
for a camera

jesus fucking christ
it's almost santa again
god bless big spending

Smallpox in blankets
and attempted genocide
Hey Ya, thanks Whitey.

no turkey this year
I'm in the mood for some beef
prime rib and au jus

telling it..has not to
do with..grown up..being bad
wrong scenario

Dark woven leafless
Black lace on a silver screen
Trees in the Twilight

You are a grown up
When you can tell someone truth
Till then you're a child
*
Example of this
Politicians and Bankers
A child or grown up?

I want to tell him
everything, all of it..laid
but I'm afraid..so

remove the word in
it was longer than seven
moving to belgium

what in the hell? SH-
10151 is
an orbital gun?

distracter fish
here the teacher teaches why
Dora is a slut

just whose idea
Italian fishermen bake
fish panettone

what a name she has
like an invertebrate home
yet sweet as a tart

blue formaldehyde
dessicate dessicate yaw
gamogenesis

seven ten off-suit
poor hand for a large bet
shoulda known better

collapse of reason
hungry flesh finds sweet treason
ethos now echoes

the dark side always
tempers men, caged feelings rage
or flatten out style

sigh, sometimes words fail
creative when not on here
writer's blockage here

In ocean lorcha
Purge. No piano where want lolls,
Her faithful absence.