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the holy war 2/26/05
odd
apparitions
wearing
turbans
a
different faith
a
different set
of
values
lost
in a desert
a
politics of hate
ready
to
wage war
on
any infidel
drinking
from
an oasis of oil
everyone
wants
to
own
the
little man
stands
no chance
against
those
who
buy
or sell it
they
conjure
demons
who
infiltrate
their
homeland
who
rewrite
scriptures as
death
warrants
carried
out by
fanatic
suicides
hoping
the fever’s
fire
purifies
them
they
topple men
chess
pieces
of
power
that
take no prisoners
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the Doomsday Machine 3/1/05
in
order to know
where
they come from
gray
bodied oriental eyed
aliens
are partying
downing
cases of
galactic
beer given to
them
by their captors
at
Roswell
this
makes them groggy
in
preparation for
an
operation to reveal
what
makes them tick
things
aren’t going
smoothly
tho
the
aliens are asking
for
party hats and
noisemakers
they’re
tearing
the
whole place apart
they
seem to get rowdy
when
they drink
a
cigar chomping
army
surgeon
concludes
that
despite
their looks
they
act like us
when
they’re loaded
we’re
trying
to
make them feel at home
and
that part might
be
going well
they stumble around
their cells
bumping their heads
on
the floor
proving
that
despite their great
advancements
they
act
like
people
scientists
have
released
a report
entitled
the
Doomsday Lottery
showing
that the
similarity
of antics
makes
them
the
same as us
despite
their strange appearance
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the tale of the poltergeist 12/18/04
we
all know his name
but
we seldom see him
tho
he’s present
he
wears a camouflage
suit he’s a chair
a
desk an answering
machine a wastepaper
basket
he’s
been hired to do
what
no one else will
he’s
silently present
in
our dreams he’s
the
hatchet man of
our
nightmares
he
thinks he’s honorable
he
gets the job done
moving
human beings
by
haunting them
out
of the way
he’s
the curse controller
for
a monstrous school board
that
diets on teachers
he’s
infamous
he
thinks he’s invincible
he’s
protected by a
mysterious
employer
who
rents him out
he’s
a janitor who sweeps
away
anyone disposable
he
shrugs his shoulders
it’s
his business to be the beast
and
enjoy it he’ll chew up
anyone
in his way he’s
immune
to pesticides
his
name is well known
marble
floors crack
when
it’s uttered
hordes
of people flee
to
escape his wrath
he’s
a relation to the plague
the
eradication of people
are
notches on his belt
he
handles every crisis
surreptitiously
he
takes no prisoners
he’s
the incarnation
of
a lingering disease
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