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If you could properly phrase your question then maybe I would be able to help you out. My poem is beyond your 16 years. Read Dead Poet becaue that is more up your ally.

Really!

Manhattan. I am sick today. My heart hurts deeply. A feeling of helplessness has overcome- my sense of hope and well being- for my nation, my damaged city, my world. My spirit grieves. Watching the tv news last evening I saw the- President throwing boyish fits again to start his war. Bush pounded his chest like an enraged teenage gorilla- ready to attack another tribe at the high school- to prove his manhood- just for the fun of it. The power of it. The "high" of it. Alone. The savage gorilla screamed, "War. War. War!" "I am hungry! I am really hungry. I feel like killing. I feel like stealing. I feel like raping. I feel like maiming. I am starving. I need to make war NOW!" "No.No.No!" The gorilla shrieked at the peacemakers. "I don't give a God damn what you think. King Kong will have his war. Get out of my way! I don't give a God damn what anyone thinks. I want to make war. I will make war!" My soul hurts deeply today. Bush is using our beloved nation, our army, our treasure, and our name to ruthlessly build an empire the American people do not want. To steal the oil prize of the world stage. To extend his ill gotten power. To reward his corrupt oilmen backers. To take our entire planet down the possible- road of no return to WW3 to avenge his father. The CIA father who put his son in the presidency- precisely for this purpose: murder, theft, mayhem, death, war- oil. Greed. Oil. Money. Oil. Greed. Oil. Raw power. Raw. I am sickened deeply- when I realize that our spineless Congress- gave the Bush-boy unlimited power to play solitaire- with our lives, our destiny, our future. Bush alone decides when Americans will die. Starting shameless, needless, wars in our name. America's tarnished name. America's misused Constitution. A Democracy in name only. The boy tyrant was not even elected. Everything has gone wrong since. Everything. It hurts. It is scary. It is wrong. The distrustful gorilla is lying to the people. There is no need for war. Bush is immoral. Bush is unAmerican. Bush is shameless. Bush is wrong. I know. Speak up. Speak out. Protest. Vote! Vote Progressive Democrats Into Every Office In This Great Land! Let us, the peacemakers, gather together and take back our America with nonviolent dissent. And you and your retarded friend who don't understand that I am Brandon from NV are worried about my hairy ass?

and what, sir, do you propose? will it involve your prawne? FWIW--i don't eat seafood!

you, zzinnia, are both knotty and naughty. whether it's velcro or laces, SOMETHING must be done...

I'm not ALL prawne, only the most important part. It started growing those little legs when I was eight, to the shock and horror of my family and the family doctor, and it wasn't until I was in my late teens that I learned they could be an advantage. What does one have to do to be Jesu? I met the Lady Jesus in Berkeley -- oh she was a hoot, she came from somewhere out of the midwest, well-dressed, educated cultured voice with just a hint of midwest accent, 5'2" with long corn husk hair, tanned like a country girl, late-thirties and stunningly beautiful, she believed with complete congruence that she was the "Lady Jesus." When she told you so she'd look straight into your eyes and say it with a quiet conviction that'd send shivers down your spine. Maybe Luv2write is a Lady Jesus in the making. Ain't schizophrenia a beautiful thing? They say such dark and lovely things, I love to listen to them.

I should get the poem tatooed on my tongue .. but then again I am a child and my mommy dearest wouldn't let me, so for now I'll just carve the poem into my arm, sound good? ;)