Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]

Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]
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Why we talon bout death in class?
Almost 3:30 and feelin good,
juat wanna get fucked up: drinkin, burning..
first class all the way!
whatchu goin do When death-o-mania
comes for you by predator missile,
When you lose the last pride left in you
in a talon bout, in class, While Swords,
talon, predator, your teacher, and your class
are laughing at you?!

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War Correspondent In a Junkyard [Poem]

War Correspondent In a Junkyard
 http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8519354.stm


The vet with reddish laser-eyes
Possessed a sign: “Will kill for fuel.”
A tragic end for flying spies
And rifle-bots we don't retool.
I asked the bots about the war.
The Predator? Its circuits smoked—
His pal explained his hardware core
Just broke, his combat role revoked.
The Talon spoke in monotone,
It whirred; it said that war was great—
It knew in war that one must hone
The soldiers pliant, not with hate
Or love—just routine death and gore.
And now we mostly can't stand war,
But bots enjoy what we abhor.


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