September 11, 2001: That Day

You should read this open mic one night in Hiroshima dressed up in a wetsuit with flippers and a bucket of sardines.

"The U.S. staying stong
That Day"

YES! I agree one hundred percent
in fact "staying stong" was the last
thing my japanese baby said to me that fateful day, bleu... May I call you bleu? Thank you, where was I? Ah yes... Right before my little Jung Kao Pao was toasted along with my arms to a slight off brown sausages in an breeze of atomic radioactive scorching poison. Microwaved, if you will. That's why, my friend, I will give you the 10 you've been yearning for. Though it will make you think it's a big fat Zero? Trust me my friend. It's lying. It's a ten and it knows it.

In what way was "history different forever"? Did the events of September 11th 2001 alter the past? No. Or perhaps you mean that history on September 12th 2001 was different from that on September 10th 2001 because it contained the events of the 11th. But that would have been the case whatever happened. In conclusion, you're an idiot.

I suppose you have a right to talk about these terrible events. However, they stir up horrible memories in me that I would rather forget.

Sometimes I wonder how people like you survie in this world without dying of stupidity. 9/11 was sad and everything, but compared to the millions of people in other countries who die of stupid shit like the flu every fucking day, 3,000 people dying is nothing to complain about. Dipshit.

'that horrible day
Remembering all those innocent people lost
The U.S. staying strong'


Of course, had all the innocent lives lost resulted in America becoming a feeble shivering wreck, it might just have been worth it.

I could care less that you people call me stupid or whatever and hate my poem. Just for your information not that it matters, but I'm only 14 years old. And I know that there are lots of more things going on in this world like people dying of AIDS and other things. It hurts me that they are. I do respect everything you all said.

Bleu... I firmly agree with your sound stance on these most serious of subjects. I know first hand the tribulations and suffering that compounds one's ability to deal with reality while in the grips of denial. See, last week, my baboon came down with ebola Bleu, and the economy of my third world island? Collapsed, not to mention my poor perfect 90 year old grandmother is not perfect anymore since she caught aids from a botched hair transplant. Bleu, you are a poet and wise to fight the system so. You are a super trooper young man. A super! trooper. I however am drunk and moments away from being shot in front of a firing squad for squandering my peoples assets and fornicating with their livestock and sons and daughters. Forgive me Bleu.

Okay, but just to let you know, I'm a girl. ;)