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THE PREZ WHO SWATTED A FLY

THE SOURPUSS POLITICO THROWS AN EGG

(from THE PREZ WHO SWATTED A FLY)

The sourpuss politico was so incensed by the artists

Saying truth to his power,

That he hurled the biggest egg he could throw

At the gathering of such.

Yet on the way to the speakers of truth,

One might say that the egg was one of fish,

Or at least became its own brain food,

For for no special reason

It changed its course

And darn if it didn’t spring back

On the face of the sourpuss,

Who would be more incensed

At the next day’s headline.

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IN THE YEAR 2012, 2012… (excerpt from 8 BOOK)

Does it not seem too peculiar to all who contemplate,

That there’s a renewed interest in the prophecy?

There’s even a movie about such a thing,

And some even suggest that it’s the future.

We all know what they said about 1984 and Y2K.

Yet those and others

Didn’t quite turn out as thought.

Could the same be said about

Two-oh-one-two?

We won’t know for sure till then of course,

But one does take note

That some channel Chick Little,

Wail the sky is falling

Cuz a Blackman’s in charge.

(And they do know how to act

like little bitty chickens.)

Hey

The Blacks only had to look in from the out

For 232 years.

A Black gets in for four or more preferably eight

And all of a sudden

They’re looking to that Mayan prophecy.

Count on them to find new and creative means

To divide and conquer

(and they can’t even get the details straight!)

Aft the year of 2012, 2012

Humankind may find itself non-alive

Should it try to bring ‘bout that prophecy

And elect some gee-oh-pee

(Palin or other)

To be chief executive

Of the once-free world.

YOU CAN'T BE A HERO IN YOUR DREAMS

THE ORIGINAL WORLD WAR

(from YOU CAN'T BE A HERO IN YOUR DREAMS)

One follower comes along,

Makes a gesture of sorts,

Says:

“Praise to my deity!

‘Tis the Greatest one of all!”

Another comes along

Makes a gesture of sorts,

Says:

“Praise to my deity!

‘Tis the Greatest of all!”

A third comes along,

Makes a gesture of sorts,

Says:

“All Praise to my deity!

‘Tis the Supreme One of all!”

A fourth comes along,

Makes a gesture of sorts,

Says:

“Sing Praises to my deity!

‘Tis the Mightiest of all!”

and all this continues

to similar effect,

then all you-know-what

begins to percolate…

“What do you mean your deity?

My deity’s the greatest of all!”

“What sacrilege!

Mine is the greatest deity!”

“You’re both wrong!

Mine is the omnipotent deity!”

“Says you!

You’ll all burn in hades

At the feet of my deity!”

“None of your deities can compare with mine!”

“Blasphemer!”

“Sinner!”

“Infidel!”

Needless to say,

Before too long

A battle of all with many fronts has occurred,

And sadly continues to this day.

And one can’t help but surmise to oneself

whether countless distances above the continual war

The various deities who have been referred to by the warriors below

Are shaking their heads with resignation and sympathy,

As they discuss amongst themselves this well-worn query:

“What have we done to deserve these for our followers!”

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