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TONIGHT WE HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST SO IF YOU COULD CLOSE YOUR EYES
Amerika Uber Alles: The Dubuya and Dick Rag
Amerika! Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika! Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika! Amerika! Uber alles!
Amerika! Amerika! Uber Alles!
We' be da best super-power
No need ta suck up
gonna / fuck you up
Gonna/ get ya/ for the towers/
Gonna get ya for the towers/
We be da first. We be da last/ world power.
No need for pissant Europ peeings!
Only need ya for sight -seeing!
Watch our world power just flower.
Gonna get ya for the towers.
No need for rag head, Islam man
Stopping us fom da American Dream
Kill ya so fast, ya won't even scream.
I-ran! I-raq! Bugfuckastan! Who gives a goddamn!
Amerika! Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Don't hate ya for the Islam thing/
But your sitting on top of my oil and gas.
Exxon, Shell/ busting my ass
Cause they make my cash register sing
Make my cash register ring
I'm de HO
Of de oil and gas
I be de Ho of de oil and gas
I be do Ho of de oil and gas
Lube me! groove me !
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Dick, me, home girl Ricey doo.
Sending the news, 'Sadam
Glad you dead
It may be Daddy's war but
I’m glad you dead
Gonna give ya a clue,
I got a big Dick-huh Cheney
I got a COND O LEEZE
We da ONES with da global plan
With us ‘gainst us- where ya stand?
One thing certain
MESS with us, we'll soon be arriving.
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Amerika!/ Amerika! Uber Alles!
Namaya
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Value of Home
Value of Home
Real Estate agent started to spin out some mighty
big dollars for my home.
I felt like I had won the lottery!
“That much?”
“And you’d never need to work again.
This is Fat City, boy.”
“What will happen to my home and this land?”
“Rip down the old shack! The future is
condominiums!” The words rolled
easily off his tongue. “But of course we would
make it classy to optimize the aesthetic value.” he said with a bright smile.
“Optimize the aesthetic value? What the hell does that mean?”
“Boy, that means lots of green backs.” he said while pushing a contract
and a pen forward.
“Make your dream come true and sign on the line!”
I looked out at the woods, this tiny corner of heaven--
the pastures of cowslip, clover, and rye by the pond’s edge; the
way that sun light mirrors the hemlocks in the pond; the blissful
thrill as the wind brushes across the tree tops.
I knew the worth and pushed the paper back to him.
“Double!” he shouted.
“No. More worth and value to this land,
than even you can begin to measure.” I finally said.
namaya@vermontpoet.com www.vermontpoet.com
from the new collection: BLUE HERON POND: LOVE SONG FOR THE EARTH
Real Estate agent started to spin out some mighty
big dollars for my home.
I felt like I had won the lottery!
“That much?”
“And you’d never need to work again.
This is Fat City, boy.”
“What will happen to my home and this land?”
“Rip down the old shack! The future is
condominiums!” The words rolled
easily off his tongue. “But of course we would
make it classy to optimize the aesthetic value.” he said with a bright smile.
“Optimize the aesthetic value? What the hell does that mean?”
“Boy, that means lots of green backs.” he said while pushing a contract
and a pen forward.
“Make your dream come true and sign on the line!”
I looked out at the woods, this tiny corner of heaven--
the pastures of cowslip, clover, and rye by the pond’s edge; the
way that sun light mirrors the hemlocks in the pond; the blissful
thrill as the wind brushes across the tree tops.
I knew the worth and pushed the paper back to him.
“Double!” he shouted.
“No. More worth and value to this land,
than even you can begin to measure.” I finally said.
namaya@vermontpoet.com www.vermontpoet.com
from the new collection: BLUE HERON POND: LOVE SONG FOR THE EARTH
Monday, March 26, 2007
Urgent Love
URGENT LOVE
this year to be Spring.
Spring was thirsty
NOW
to be Spring.
Famished for the sun
and lonely in her desire,
she awoke one morning
stretched her arms wide
in a yowling urgent
yawn of excitation.
Called back the geese!
Raised the robins to sing!
Frogs to shout their love!
Crocuses to thrill again!
Tulips to drink the colors
from the sun itself!
Spring was impatient
this year to be Spring.
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