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  1. Into the City

    Burbs rats, spoiled brats, so cool in backwards hats,

    Basket brawls, drunken crawls, endless country-music drawl,

    Nerdy dips on acid trips trying hard to be tragically hip,

    Nursery rhymes, capital crimes, side by side in the urban grime,

    Telephone crews, the cheapest booze, novel writers selling shoes,

    Macho men, studying zen so they can slaughter their kin,

    White trash, hopes smashed, Jesus freaks seeking cold hard cash,

    Skater kids, Freudian id, broken drunks on the skids,

    Working nights, gaudy lights, pimps and hoes in noisy fights,

    Sleazy places, sacred spaces, maudlin coyote faces,

    Crowds in view, shades of blue, who the f**k knew,

    Cats in heat, vodka neat, predators looking to cheat,

    Women vain, raising cain, looking for someone else to blame,

    Trading gladness and subtle sadness for a taste of chemical madness,

    Rocks in shoes, crappy news, talking heads selling points of view,

    Too many hands, like so much sand, lost in this human wasteland.

  2. In order to understand this poem, you need some background. This atrocity hit the news a few days ago and it really upset me. Sometimes things like this hit me and cut right to the bones. It hit way too close to home and rattled my issues. It has made me very angry alternating between being quiet and withdrawn and snapping at people ever since.

    Sometimes the only way I can get things like this out of my head is to write it out.


    Florida man convicted of murdering 3-year-old "gay" son


    A Florida man stands convicted of second-degree murder after killing his 3-year-old son because he thought the boy might grow up to be gay. A Tampa jury on Thursday found Ronnie Paris Jr. guilty of second-degree manslaughter and aggravated child abuse in the death of his son, Ronnie Antonio Paris. According to The Tampa Tribune, the boy was beaten so badly that he became lethargic, stopped eating, and began wetting himself. On January 22 the boy went into a coma and died six days later. Experts testified that his death was caused by blunt trauma to the head.

    The child's mother, Nysherra Paris, testified that her husband was trying to "toughen up" their son because he was worried he might grow up to be gay. Nysherra Paris, who never reported any abuse until February, is charged with child neglect and faces up to 15 years in prison if convicted. Ronnie Paris will be sentenced next month, and he faces life in prison. (Sirius/OutQ)

    Advocate.com © 2005 LPI Media Inc

    Associated Press material © Associated Press


    Antonio’s Song

    In the beginning,

    I used to be your little man.

    Now you can’t stand me,

    And I’m afraid of your hands.

    Why do you hurt me?

    What did I do wrong?

    Why can’t I please you?

    Does it make you feel strong?

    I just can’t see,

    I can’t understand,

    How hurting me,

    Is gonna make me a man.

    What mistakes did I make?

    What did I ever do to you?

    Why don’t you love me anymore?

    Why do the things that you do?

    Daddy please don’t hit me,

    I can’t take it anymore,

    I know that it’s all my fault,

    My heart is broken,

    Cause you don’t love me anymore.

    I will just close my eyes,

    And slowly slip away,

    Why did I have to die?

    How can a three year old be gay?

  3. Fireflies

    Fireflies in the magnolia trees,

    Burning brightly in the night,

    In the coolness of the evening,

    Firefly passion burning bright.

    They only last a season,

    Barely three phases of the moon,

    They have no earthly reason,

    To waste a precious night in June.

    Learn well the lesson of the firefly,

    Waste not the gentle season,

    Far too soon our winter comes,

    Why waste time for no good reason?

    Grab on to life with all its strife,

    With it’s joy and pain and rage.

    Too soon the warmth of June is gone,

    Just a memory, turn the page.


  4. Cleaning the Toilet

    1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.

    2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.

    3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.

    4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this

    5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".

    6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.

    7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.

    8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.

    9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.


    The Dog

  5. The Drunken Idiot Song

    I'm a drunken Idiot but that's OK,

    I drink all night and I sleep all day.

    chorus: He's a drunken Idiot buts that's OK,

    He'll drink all night and he'll sleep all day.

    I drink beer and I drink scotch and occassionaly even gin.

    I go to the lavatory.

    And barf and drink agin.

    chorus: He drinks beer and he drinks scotch and occassionally even gin,

    He goes to the lavatory,

    And barfs and drinks agin.

    He's a drunken Idiot buts that's OK,

    He'll drink all night and he'll sleep all day.

    I drink in pubs and I drink in the park.

    I drink from the morning till well after dark.

    I wake up hung over and wearing high heels,

    I guess I lost a bet or made a bad deal.

    chorus: He drinks in pubs and He drinks in the park.

    He drinks from the morning till well after dark.

    He wakes up hung over and wearing high heels,

    He supposes he lost a bet or made a bad deal.

    He's a drunken idiot and that's OK,

    He drinks all night and he drinks all day.

    I wake up in strange places with strange people with strange faces,

    They say I'm friendly when I'm drunk and apparently nearsighted,

    Waking up is an adventure hung over in strange spaces,

    Now my favorite organ has a rash and is blighted.

    chorus: He's a drunken idiot but it's OK,

    He drinks all night and he pukes all day,

    He wakes up in strange places with strange people with strange faces,

    He says he's friendly when he's drunk and apparently nearsighted,

    Waking up is an adventure hung over in strange spaces,

    Now his favorite organ has a rash and is blighted.

    chorus: He used to be a drunken idiot but its OK,

    He sobered up and he joined AA,

    He's still and idiot and makes mistakes,

    But now he can remember the promises he makes.


    my appologies to Monty Python


  6. I posted this at all my favorite sites today because I would like to see peace break out in our community and go back to enjoying each others company.


    How Can I Make It Better?

    Lately I think that we’ve all seen more strife, contentiousness and hard feelings than is absolutely necessary. While I don’t know all of the details of what has transpired, I do know that some good people have had their feelings hurt.

    While this is always regrettable, when a community reaches a certain critical mass, it’s almost inevitable. It’s just unreasonable to expect hundreds of egos and intellects to walk in lock step. I don’t think that we would want it that way. That would be pretty boring.

    This community is a valuable resource and I considers many of you friends. I appreciate and respect all of you; some I even have a genuine affection for. It concerns me when there is stress and conflict. Especially when good people are hurt and it could just as easily have been avoided.

    I ask a question that I hope each of us will ask ourselves: How can I make it better? I do not speak for the site or anyone else. I can only answer this question for myself in my own way. This is how I will respond.

    I will treat each person here with respect. I don’t care where you are from or how old you are. I value you all and respect your opinions and perspectives. Hell, I’m from Mississippi. I’m not too fancy to talk to anyone! I might even learn something.

    I will put principals before personalities. That principal is that we are all valued and respected members of our community, each equal with their own value and worth.

    I will do nothing to harm the community. As much as many of us despise Reagen, one of his smartest moves ever was his 11th Commandment: thou shall not speak ill of fellow republicans. There is power in unity and wisdom in learning from our adversary’s tactics.

    If I am wrong about something, I will promptly admit it and set it right as best I can. Pride is a good thing but vanity is a nuisance.

    I will be civil in all of my discourse and never post in anger.

    Perhaps some things have happened that can not be undone. I don’t know but I doubt it. I’m an optimist and believe that people of good will can work things out.

    I challenge us all to be those persons of good will. Work things out. We are all worth it.



  7. Fear

    Fear has been my most faithful companion,

    Cause this time and next time always seems to be worst.

    Mark me down as a craven coward,

    Cause the pain of last time is always equal to the first.

    Fear in front of me, fear by my side,

    Fear behind me, no place to hide.

    Fear stalks me, just out of reach,

    But very, very deep inside.

    Holding on is a constant bitter struggle,

    Fair weather friends come and go upon the winds.

    I come to love and trust them,

    But they are always gone in the end.

    Loneliness and heartache fades away,

    I’ve come to expect it like a bitter winter storm.

    There’s an empty place deep inside me,

    Where something precious has been out-worn.

    Lord give me the strength to stand and fight,

    For myself and the things I know are right.

    On this battlefield I did no chose,

    I just can’t afford to quit or lose.

    So it’s one more day of standing tall,

    Even though I feel so very, very small.

    I’m so very, very tired of it all.

  8. The following post is written and spelled phoenetically in the dialect of Southen English that you might encounter in Smith or Jefferson Counties in Mississippi. Remember: it's spelled just like it sounds. See if'n you can follow it.


    Ah like ta talk 'bout mah cousin Skeeter. Dum sumbithch makes me look like a show 'nuff rocket scientest.

    Skeeter done gone an bought his self a bass boat. A nice one too, a big ole Cajun. Dang thang has enough horse power to tow his house trailer.

    His wife Ester done decided that ole Skeeter must be a runnin' around on her cause since he bought the boat, he ain't at the trailer much anymore 'n when he wuz, he sho warn't studin' Ester.

    One weekend old Skeeter done went 'n told his wife that him and his fishin' buddy Roy were gonna spend the weekend at that thar Toledo Bend overn' in Texas. He told her to be shore and pack his favorite boxers.

    When he got back Skeeter asked Ester, "Where in tarnation did ya pack mah boxers maw?"

    Ester commenced to whupin' Skeeter with har broom.

    Skeeter sez, "Ester, what for are you a whuppin' my a**?"

    Ester sez, "You dum sumabich! They was in your tackle box ya no good two timin' peckerwood..."

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