Posted on 09/10/2004 7:18:09 AM PDT by mggandhi
Planet in Peril is the poet’s lament on the frantic stockpiling of nuclear weapons imperilling all life on this planet of ours. Unlike modern day Neros who are seen fluting with sadistic ecstasy when all-engulfing flames are threatening to turn this only habitat of ours into a burning inferno, the poet’s soul weeps in mournful numbers when he reflects over the impending disaster.
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Please let me know if you want ON or OFF my Viking Kitty/ZOT ping list!. . .don't be shy.
In response to your longwinded post, I will reply with a brief haiku:
Viking kitties,
send down your Zot!
I'd rather listen to vogon poetry *cough*
For anyone that would like to make their own :)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/vogonpoetry/lettergen.shtml
Did you look at mggandhi's proflie page - if it's still alive?
See, see the controlling sky
Marvel at its big puke depths.
Tell me, john do you
Wonder why the democrat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel full of horrible, never-ending pain.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your gerhaverfloogle facial growth
That looks like
A lots of pasta.
What's more, it knows
Your fart potting shed
Smells of snot.
Everything under the big controlling sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm liberalss.
Ah but the number of nuclear weapons in Pakistan and India have increased dramatically (from none to ?). And they just might use them.
From none to 15-20 in Pakistan, and 25-30 in India.
Also consider North Korea's missile tests and the shared technology with Communist China.
Our bombs are not the threat.
India & Pakistan may have detonated bombs during the Clinton administration, but they were both armed with nukes well before Bubba showed up at the White House.
Easy Money- Shot my phone tonight
AArrgh! AAArgh!
I feel an anger, It's hung over.
It tries to keep a man awake at night.
Why did I answer? I should wonder.
Telemarketer is a parasite.
Voice over poison, you're releasing
It isn't safe to go and get the phone.
Antacids running through me.
I gotta pee and get my gun.
I can feel your fear
I can hear you talking faster....
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
I don't want to let go till I shoot on sight.
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
Easy money
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
I can't see in all this darkness
Got memories, I hate to speak alone.
I hear them come for me, I stubbed my toe.
To keep me sane when I shoot the phone.....
I can feel your fear
I can hear you talking faster....
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
I don't want to let go till I shoot on sight.
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
Easy money
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
"Got my Bruno Magli's!"
Just like Johnny said.
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
Big starling!
I feel an anger
It's hung over....
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
I don't want to let go till I shoot on sight.
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
Easy money
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
I don't want to let go till I shoot on sight.
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
Easy money
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
Big starling!
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
I don't want to let go till I shoot on sight.
SHOT MY PHONE TONIGHT!
Easy money
Just like Johnny said, "Got my Bruno Magli's!"
"Got my Bruno Magli's!"
Buggles- Stalk like a Mortician
All the old paintings on the tomb they do the crab-dance donch'ya know?
If they scratch too quick (oh way-yo) they're fallin down like a domino.
All the boys or men by the Nile got the money on a bet?
All the crocodiles (oh way-yo) they snap their teeth on your cigarette.
Foreign types with the hooker's pipes say "Way-oh Way-oh Way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician."
The blind waitresses trip for days, they spin around and they cross the floor.
They got some hooves (oh way-yo) you drop your drink then they bring you more.
All the schoolkids so sick of books they like to punk out the music band.
When the buzzard sings (oh way-yo) they're Stalking like a Mortician.
All the kids in the marketplace say, "Way-oh Way-oh Way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician."
Slight feet at the street bend your back shift your arm then you pull it back.
Life's hard you know (oh way-yo) so strike a Nose on a Cadillac.
If you want to fight all the cops they're hanging out in the donut shop.
They sing and dance (oh way-yo) they spank the club crews down the block
All the Japanese shot their men. The party boys prank the Kremlin.
And the Chinese know (oh way-yo) they Stalk a line like Mortician.
All the cops in the donut shop say, "Way-oh way-oh way-oh way-oh. Stalk like a Mortician. Stalk like a Mortician."
Alice In Chains - Got Me Wrong
Yeah, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No color clay
Individuality not safe
As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong
I can't let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to
As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong
I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Something's gotta turn out right
You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn't often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave
As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong
I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Something's gotta turn out right
Remember this gem? I used to have the poster back in my hippy days. Oops.
What if they gave a war and nobody came?
Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956)
What if they gave a war and nobody came?
Why then the war will come to you!
He who stays home when the fight begins
And lets another fight for his cause
Should take care:
He who does not take part
In the battle will share in the defeat.
Even avoiding battle will not avoid Battle,
since not to fight for your own cause really means
Fighting in behalf of your enemy's cause.
"courtesans"?? a red face that can't be washed away? Someone needs a dose of penicillin.
What if they gave a Love-In and nobody came?
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