KNOW YOUR ENEMY!!! (Triumph of the Human Spirit)

Trees are masters of photosynthesis and get stronger in the light. As you can see at this rally, their leader has gotten powerful enough to wield a microphone.

The enemy has already mobilized its armies!

Our forces are outnumbered...

But with perseverance, we will triumph.

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The Faces of the Vegan Conspiracy

They claim to come in peace.

But you are placing your life in their hands.

And your DEATH is on their menu.

Reconsider that burger. I'm sure the cow deserved it.

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Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]

Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]

Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.

"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/

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Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]

Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
I hit bottom. no mistake.
me: major clown.
They say no more clowning around for me.
what a drag.
I miss all the little things...
the rockets red glare
at the circus,
the bombs bursting in air
at the "Dark Carnival..."
I miss all the little things.

I'm just a major redheaded clown
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
what a major drag.

Someone told me, to live is to die.
I never thought it would come to this:
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
no more major clowning around for me.





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