We Just Want To Be Free [Today's News Poem, February 15, 2011]
Dinner has vanquished the evening,
All the dishes oppress the night,
The fridge is the banquet, banker;
Sleep is betrayal—effortless
Allocation—hours to night.
The traffic nibbles the edges:
Days in boxes and yearning for
Revolt as our life disappears.
"Protesters chanted: “We’re not Sunni. We’re not Shiite. We just want to be free.”"
—MICHAEL SLACKMAN and J. DAVID GOODMAN, The New York Times, Published: February 15, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/16/world/middleeast/16bahrain.html
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
We Just Want To Be Free [Today's News Poem, February 15, 2011]
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Kentucky Stir-Fried Pigeon [Twitter Found Poem, May 21, 2010]
Kentucky Stir-Fried Pigeon [Twitter Found Poem, May 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I went to KFC. fuck me.
Now I have gas. Grossssssss!!!
BUT McDonalds Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut
IS MAKIN me SHIT!!!
OVERALL THIS Freedom is the very source
of creativity for both individuals and society.
A lot of people have nice cars, but only a few people have gas.
fuck me. Most people have gas
from fast food and OIL
WARS WARS WARS.
Most people have food
from fast food WARS.
Freedom is the very source
of WARS WARS WARS.
isnt that the #1 perk to this office nonsense?
endless war cookies??
trynna figure out how things got so far outta hand??
your fat ASS. Grossssssss!!!
If I had any food, OIL, nice cars,
OR video games... instead of pumping gas
from my ASS, Refining it and driving
their nice cars with it...
If I were a pigeon OR a Chicken
OR a gorgeous foreign girl with an amazing set of eyes,
a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
would launch nuclear missiles
and Kentucky stir-fry my ASS
Grossssssss!!!
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Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I went to KFC. fuck me.
Now I have gas. Grossssssss!!!
BUT McDonalds Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut
IS MAKIN me SHIT!!!
OVERALL THIS Freedom is the very source
of creativity for both individuals and society.
A lot of people have nice cars, but only a few people have gas.
fuck me. Most people have gas
from fast food and OIL
WARS WARS WARS.
Most people have food
from fast food WARS.
Freedom is the very source
of WARS WARS WARS.
isnt that the #1 perk to this office nonsense?
endless war cookies??
trynna figure out how things got so far outta hand??
your fat ASS. Grossssssss!!!
If I had any food, OIL, nice cars,
OR video games... instead of pumping gas
from my ASS, Refining it and driving
their nice cars with it...
If I were a pigeon OR a Chicken
OR a gorgeous foreign girl with an amazing set of eyes,
a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
would launch nuclear missiles
and Kentucky stir-fry my ASS
Grossssssss!!!
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