Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]
The question's not, 'who might be plotting?'
It's "why aren't you plotting?'
If an ass of a queer on the bus is enough to make you erect,
Why must you fear it? It's rubbing against you!
Ledgers aren't meant to be balanced,
They're there to embezzle.
Crime doesn't pay when you're caught, but
Behind every fortune—no! everyone happy—is theft.
"Obama spoke publicly about the incident the day after the plot was uncovered in a bid to show that he and his administration were on top of the situation. He was heavily criticized for taking three days to make his first public statement after the failed bomb attempt on an U.S. airliner last Christmas Day."
—Reuters, Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:51pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN2923536820101029
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]
Labels:
anti-news,
CIA,
espiocracy,
false flag,
Khakjaan Wessington,
October 29 2010
Temple For Temples [#twitterfoundpoem, October 29, 2010]
Temple For Temples [#twitterfoundpoem, October 29, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
With no color, I played
between red and blue spheres.
I planted a Symphony Orchestra,
planted my temple wit
different color spheres wit animals on thm.
the harmony of SPHERES
is a gun to your head
on your way down to nowhere, really.
harmonize wit all the animals on thm SPHERES.
Planting my Church at your temple
is nowhere, really; nowhere, really down
and out of reach, for a while;
really down at your temple,
my temple: your head.
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Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
With no color, I played
between red and blue spheres.
I planted a Symphony Orchestra,
planted my temple wit
different color spheres wit animals on thm.
the harmony of SPHERES
is a gun to your head
on your way down to nowhere, really.
harmonize wit all the animals on thm SPHERES.
Planting my Church at your temple
is nowhere, really; nowhere, really down
and out of reach, for a while;
really down at your temple,
my temple: your head.
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Labels:
#twitterfoundpoem,
double entendre,
Harmony of Spheres,
Khakjaan Wessington,
October 29 2010,
temple,
Temple Rites
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