Amerika


Thick as thieves we were, thinned from the thicket

Floating on a flotilla of plastic down the River Styx

Tossing Dentabone’s to Cerberus as we held our palms high

We didn’t beg for forgiveness, we gave into Wal*Mart and Wall Street

 

Our Big Bang was less than whimper— More like a whisper.

Hush the tanks are coming.

The tanks are coming.

 

Our oiled war machines are T-1000s in the shadows

Glowing eyes, winking to McDonald’s ball pit children

A hare’s breath away from making a glass desert

Dollar sundaes at the Golden Arches for all the good little boys and girls

 

We have become the ghosts of revolutionaries and innovators

Muskets long traded in for an H2 and a Zune

Classless brutes who bitch about the classes

A council of kings and circle jerk aficionados

 

The Serpent God-King demands our obedience

We oblige, because our mouthes are full

Dripping from self righteousness and indulgence

We Nazi salute because America doesn’t kneel

 

We sail the very last river with a Rebel flag held high

For not only have we filled its shores with Miracle Whip

We traded in our heritage to the devil for a collar

Now with palms held high…

….the three-headed beast satisfied

….and no where left to invade

We chain ourselves to this eternal post— Panting for pennies

 

We never knelt before God, so why not become Beezlebub’s lap dog?

After all…this is America’s legacy.

 

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One Love, One Heart


Personally, I believe that we should always strive to improve ourselves.  I am not a very religious man, but I feel that it is necessary to learn about the world’s religions.  All-in-all, it doesn’t change my standing on the subject, but it has enlightened me to other people’s beliefs and culture.  We’re all human, but it seems like many try to pry at the minute differences between us to create conflict.

In the long run it is pointless.  We all live separate lives in an essence.  Our goals and desires should be chased after, they are our own personal and independent struggles, but during the process we need to be respectful to our fellow man.  I live in a nation that is woefully confused.  We call ourselves Democrats, Republicans, and Independents and we fight for everything and nothing.  I’m proud to live in an age that is providing voice to the people, but I am equally saddened by the violence and hate that has led to the finding of our voice.

I read and listen to people spew their hate for gays, blacks, women, Muslims, Jews…anyone they can think of, when in all actuality they hate themselves the most and that is why they act out in bigotry and ignorance.  We are all people living together as one.  In the words of two of my greatest mentors, Robert Schultz and Bob Marley, “One love. One heart.”

We are of one and we need to rally as one.  We are not a world of socialists, whites, Americans, Asians, Christians, and Catholics we are a world of people, and if we put as much effort into understanding each other as we did hating each other we would learn to love the life we live and in turn live the life we love.

We, as a people, need to educate ourselves, and not in the traditional sense.  College is not a necessity anymore.  We live in an age where true wisdom comes from others.  We need to read, write, and converse.  We need to debate and draw.  We need to watch the world as it is, instead of trying to force it be something it can never become.

No matter what religion, race, or creed you belong to there is one certainty about life that we can all agree on: we have at least one shot, and we should make it count.  Leave a legacy of knowledge and love for your children, not one of hate and bigotry.

There is only one label: human.

One love—one heart.

Almond Sliver


The people nowadays are all just a herd.

I hate it; I can’t stand being a sheep.

I see my fellow man’s morals begin to blur.

Everyone’s shouting, but I can’t hear a peep.

 

I watch dumbfounded as everyone yells.

I want to yell back. I want to bellow and bark.

But, what’s the point in a land of living hells?

They stand occupied, loud and silent, in park.

 

I believe, but I know pessimism better than most.

I trust in a shambled system that just needs more.

I’m not alone. Everyone’s lost– from coast to coast.

When did the wealthy and the rich forget the poor?

 

When did the poor start asking for freebies?

When did the middle get lost and forgotten?

It was the day the rich gave ‘em Rabies.

It was the day the government began rottin’.

 

I maybe lost, but my pen will be found.

It may be tumultuous, but I’ll make a legacy.

When I’m dead and gone, and in the ground

My word will live on like holy regency.

Almond Sliver


The people nowadays are all just a herd.

I hate it; I can’t stand being a sheep.

I see my fellow man’s morals begin to blur.

Everyone’s shouting, but I can’t hear a peep.

 

I watch dumbfounded as everyone yells.

I want to yell back. I want to bellow and bark.

But, what’s the point in a land of living hells?

They stand occupied, loud and silent, in park.

 

I believe, but I know pessimism better than most.

I trust in a shambled system that just needs more.

I’m not alone. Everyone’s lost– from coast to coast.

When did the wealthy and the rich forget the poor?

 

When did the poor start asking for freebies?

When did the middle get lost and forgotten?

It was the day the rich gave ‘em Rabies.

It was the day the government began rottin’.

 

I maybe lost, but my pen will be found.

It may be tumultuous, but I’ll make a legacy.

When I’m dead and gone, and in the ground

My word will live on like holy regency.

Batman Banks with Chase


Yesterday, Hanz and Chubby got into a ruckus for the first time.  Living with an aggressive, criminally insane ferret and a politicized, obese Dachshund is going  to have it’s troubles as all ferret, gorilla, and Dachshund owners know.  The altercation was incited because Chubby playfully decided to tease Hanz about his stylish new Beret (which was recommended to him by one of Abercrombie & Fitch model buddies) and in response Hanz told Chubby to quote, “Shut the hell up you fat bastard,” unquote.  Even with years of political understanding under the wise tutelage of Anthony Weiner Chubby’s rebuttal was expeditiously choked off like Vader finishing off an Admiral.  In his frustration Chubby rashly charged Hanz knocking him to his still shaved buttocks from his foray at the Renaissance Festival; this of course escalated and resulted in a shaved and dyed Dachshund, a razed sofa, a strapped for cash Batman, and an emboldened ferret (like Hanz needs to be emboldened anyhow).

Chubby may sway like a cake shovelin’ Sumo wrestler, but what he did not know is that Hanz studied the art of Teppenyaki for six weeks in New Jersey one summer along with Barney Stinson (the two met in college and are longtime wingmen).  The fight was briefly glorious, however; it was like watching a fat kid run in Forrest Gumps’ leg braces towards a closed down IHOP.  No one wants to tell the kid it’s futile, but we all know once he hits the shuttered doors it’s going to be sad.  Chubby was obviously brave to face a bi-polar, knife wielding ferret, but his finesse was sorely lacking.  I watched, dumbfounded, as Hanz embarrassed Chubby even further by trimming his shaggy hair like Edward Scissorhands finishing off a shrub and then repeatedly dunking him various dyes.  After Hanz was done with Chubby he looked like a reverse Panda Express logo…just sad.  Also, my sofa was destroyed by a frenzied ferret.

It took hours to calm Chubby down after the incident.  And, like all quandaries Chubby opted to do what we all would do in the same situation…he called Batman.  Weirdly enough we have a bat signal on our roof.  We waited and waited, and Batman nor Robin showed.  I am assuming Batman was preoccupied elsewhere and had bigger fish to fry that evening.  Regardless, I still have a seriously perturbed Dachshund who just keeps holding mock debates, straw polls, and conventions for his stuffed pig Fredrick.  Hopefully Fredrick can talk some sense into him.

Also, Malicious the Gorilla still lives in Brad’s closet.