Today's Verse: 28 March 2011

Elusive celebrity
Untouchable star
Flickering shadows
Conceal what you are

First you're discovered
Then you're exposed
Fumbling to cover
What everyone knows

You think it's a secret
But nobody cares
The lies you believe
At night in your prayers

The seventh veil slips
No suspense no surprise
The mystery vanishes
You were hypnotized

Listen to me
I'm your true friend
This is the future
This is the end

I love how you don't know despair!

Songs for the New Depression: In Wisconsin

This is my attempt at a Woody Guthrie-style labor song.  Does anyone remember Michel Coss's nuclear protest with the refrain, "We want sunshine/We want wine/We want babies that do not whine"?

Though time rushes by, some things stay the same
The scoundrels are back at their usual game
They tell us the working man’s always to blame
They’re playing that game in Wisconsin

Thy tell us, “Sorry, that’s the way that it goes
We don’t have enough for you regular Joes.”
Well, we’ve had enough of their sorry-but-no’s
Yes, we’ve had enough in Wisconsin

It true that we all have to make do with less
But they tell us that we cannot ask or request
For what’s rightly ours, ‘cause the bosses know best
That’s what they say in Wisconsin

It isn’t just money, it’s a question of pride
They think with one loss we will just turn and hide
But we’ll all stand together on the working man’s side
Yes, we’ll stand together in Wisconsin

The fight for our rights has only begun
But we must be united for this to be done
For we are all strong when we work as one
And we will work as one in Wisconsin

Some people tell us we must stand alone
That each one must fight and win on his own
But that’s certainly not what history has shown
Let’s all fight and win in Wisconsin

Inside

Lost in the thoughts,
that rot.
Stinking stuff, that never ought to have stuck around.
Lost wheels, spinning in shit, slipping uselessly, never forward.
Never back, never nowhere, rotating, dum, dum, dum.
Was there a good one in there somewhere? Sometime? Tomorrow?
Of course!! But it is lost right now.All in the mix.
The soup turned brown.

Famous Last Words

We the living keep occupied
Punch your ticket, enjoy the ride
The pleasure’s finished before it’s begun
You can’t remember if it was fun

Tiny insights flash and go
And disappear before you know
It doesn’t matter when you’re through
Because the dead just want to screw

Those special moments
So quickly gone
Don’t mean a thing to
Those who’ve passed on

Maybe you think when you’ve lived
You will love and you’ll forgive
Catch your breath and say thank you
But the dead want is to screw


The ambitious seek out strife
Toil and triumph make up their life
Other people turn to art
Or think that books will make them smart

Maybe if you wrote a novel
Life will not seem quite so awful
You could express your point of view
But the dead just want to screw

We all seek honor
To be loved and admired
But none of that matters
Once you’ve expired

You can be gentle, good and kind
Which can give you piece of mind
However many good deeds you do
All the dead want is to screw

Spartans Tonight

This turned up along with Jim Preston's hair.  Sorry I'm not better with the scanner.