Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Monday, January 16, 2012
American Elegance
Ulysses S. Grant told his doctor
Fact is I think I'm a verb
A verb is anything that signifies to be
To do, to suffer
Fact is, I signify all three
Allen Iverson is a verb meaning
To get from here to there
Like that! (The way he did it)
Your game is what you are
Sister Edward Mary played the autoharp for us
Though not like Kilby Snow
But even so, even so
I was never afraid of anything living
Was what the gunslinger told me
Except for ghosts
And now I've outlived that
The pure products of America go crazy
Wrote the kindly physician
But, Josie, I'm still feeling pretty good
For an old man in my condition
Got to find some peace and quiet
I've been listening to John Cage
There is the real American elegance
Said Pablo Picasso while gazing upon Honest Abe
Torturetown
I raised them with the tears of my eyes
Look how these devils came and took them
They were just gone, overnight
These are tales told, verbatim, in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told in Torturetown
Many people were tortured more than me
I just wanted to save my soul
I wonder why they did it
These are tales told, verbatim, in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told in Torturetown
Why does one human being
Want to break the soul of another?
My son accepts his destiny
as something already written
These are tales told, verbatim,
in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told
in Torturetown
Well might you ask
Where is this Torturetown?
Well might you ask
Where can it be found?
Well might you ask
Where is this Torturetown
Well might you ask
Where can it be found?
Not all that far away from here
Somewhere right close around
Somewhere where your flight touches down
I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I told you I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I told you, I don't know who that is
Interrogation
Elimination
Termination
Liquidation
Salvage
Interrogation
Elimination
Termination
Liquidation
Salvage
Look how these devils came and took them
They were just gone, overnight
These are tales told, verbatim, in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told in Torturetown
Many people were tortured more than me
I just wanted to save my soul
I wonder why they did it
These are tales told, verbatim, in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told in Torturetown
Why does one human being
Want to break the soul of another?
My son accepts his destiny
as something already written
These are tales told, verbatim,
in Torturetown
Torturetown, Torturetown
These are tales told
in Torturetown
Well might you ask
Where is this Torturetown?
Well might you ask
Where can it be found?
Well might you ask
Where is this Torturetown
Well might you ask
Where can it be found?
Not all that far away from here
Somewhere right close around
Somewhere where your flight touches down
I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I told you I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I don't know who that is
I told you, I don't know who that is
Interrogation
Elimination
Termination
Liquidation
Salvage
Interrogation
Elimination
Termination
Liquidation
Salvage
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