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Eat Some More

Sixty million tons of meat
Spoiling in the stinking heat
Train full loads of moldy bread
Millions will still go unfed
Acres full of dying wheat
Burning brightly at our feet
A billion tons of roasted fish
Some with nothing on their dish
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry
So pathetic
Lots of melting cheddar cheese
Spreading instant meat disease
Rotting veggies on the ground
Where hungry little kids are found
Worms in fruit an ugly sight
They're begging for a single bite
Our garbage dumps are mountains high
While other people sadly die
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry
So pathetic
We can't see we're going blind
We're just dying on the vine
We're all sinking from the weight
Open wide and salivate
Do you like the taste?
Stuff it in your face
Its not nice to waste
We're not happy 'til we're choking
So we eat some more
Throw up on the floor
Go back to the store
We're so hungry
So pathetic

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Candy Store

Broke into a candy store
Laid ourselves out on the floor
And then we made love
Til we we're sore
Sucking on a candy shell
Said she had something to tell
And I said not now please
I don't feel well
Lay it out on the line
Choking on a Red Vine
And my peace of mind
Slipped on a Milky Way
Something got in the way
About all this stuff
Oh, light of day
Yeah, shown to me
Oh, setting sun
We'll just be gone
Use that gasoline
As long as we can swing
Keep it strong and clean
Sugar Smacks in my vein
_____ to my Chili Bean
Seems like you and me
Well _____________
Lay it out on the line
Choking on a Red Vine
And my peace of mind
Slipped on a Milky Way
Something got in the way
About all this stuff
Oh, light of day
Yeah, shown to me
Oh, setting sun
We'll just be gone
Said it was time to go
And I said 'Baby, I know'
But I'd like to keep in touch with you
Oh, light of day
Yeah, shown to me
Oh, setting sun
We'll just be gone

song performed by by Oleander
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Yes I Am As happy As A Squirrel In The Dumpster

Yes I am as happy as a squirrel in the dumpster
As happy as maggots in the wound of a dying dog name Fluffy
In my happiness I am dying day by day and by the day I am to happy to pray
Yes dying of happiness found in the dumpster where we buried Fluffy
I am as happy as a smooth stone tied around the neck of a long day yes the long day falling like a stone
Yes the long day smooth as a neck that holds the head of a squirrel feeding in the dumpster of found food that human throw away against the hunger of the world that is too hungry to pray for happiness
I have buried my feet in a pit of maggot blinded by hunger they are dreaming of getting wings but I will throw them away yes yes I will throw them all away because of their hunger hanging heavily around the neck of a smooth stones that falls like the clouds that leaks their heavy liquid load in the long light of the day and the day is as happy as I am who will not pray
I am lost yes lost in the wounded warmth of a dumpster where happiness is as long as the day
I am as happy as a pig wallowing in a muddy ditch
Yes the long day has ditched the sun and the night is happy to be muddyed by stars
I am a pig when it comes to happiness and I say yes when it comes I am yes I am long in my happiness
It is hard won by the muddy love of human warmth packed beneath the sheets where the long day sleeps
I am as happy as a Robin with a beak full of worms
Yes I worm my way throught happiness as the long day worms its way out of night that has buryed the sun with its own happiness full of warmth packed beneath the space from which the stars come
I am as happy as one who stands out against the many lost in the many of ones who have lost their oneness in the collected warmth of the many
Yes I am one with happiness that collect for me the lost warmth found in a ditch that acts as a dumpster
I am lost in my happiness and I have forgotten how to pray yes I have forgotten how to because with my happiness there is no need to beg the begger of Gods
Yes there is no need to beg the forgotten Gods

poem by David E. Patton
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Dying is a Heavy Responsibility

Dying is such a huge responsibility
I'm not sure I'll even attend.

Will there be sad tears
or none at all;
or worse approbation
and the silence of the resentful
or will there be laughter and love.

Who will do my eulogy
and will it be someone
I would choose
or will it be some hated brother in law?

Dying is such a responsibility.

Will they dress me in dignified black
could I have a last cigarette
or a last run around the block?

Will I lay there
surrounded by hypocrites
who never lifted a finger in life to help
now tearfully they genuflect;

for some of them
I just might
reach out my hand
and slap a face
that would shake up the congregation.

But who would have to pay for the services?
Dying is expensive, at least 5,000 dollars or so
probably more.
Why waste all that money on
hungry worms?

Dying involves financial decisions

Who will attend my funeral
who will the pallbearers be?

Perhaps I will slink off to die alone
and save myself
and others a lot of trouble.

I think I rather leave a few bucks
and have the mourners have a party;
after all
who says a solemn mass
and boozing don't go together,
even Jesus
liked his wine.

So if I go
by disease, accident, lifestyle, or crash
it would be nice if I could get some help
with all that responsibility.

Wonder if I could get someone to die for me
and save me all the trouble;
It could happen.

You can get anything, I understand, for a price.

Besides who really wants to go to a funeral?
Me least of all
especially
if it is my own.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Big Stuff

Leonard bernstein
So you cry
Whats it about, baby?
You ask why
Blues had to go and pick you
So you go
Down to the shore, kids stuff
Dont you know
Theres honey in the store for you, big stuff
Lets take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide
So you stare
Call it despair, baby
Dont you care
Im on the square about you
Lets have a try
It maybe that youre my guy
Lets take a ride on my gravy train
The door open wide
Come in from out of the rain

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Open 24

you know you want a taste
got that candy that you crave

sometimes there's no rhyme
and you don't need a reason
that fruit might not be ripe
but our candy's always in season

twenty four
candy store
sweet or sour
still want more

got it all over your hands and all over your face
hold it in your mouth and let it melt away

you can always come back for more
'cuz were open twenty-four

sticky sugar daddies can be oh so sweet
get all you want, get all you can't leave
the taste on your tongue
makes you hungry for more
you want more of that stuff
that you can't pay for

got you thinking it's so so sweet
but you're just one more sucker
for a double-dipped treat
all ready to taste another

how many licks do you think it will take?
never meant to last if it makes your jaw break
get more for now, have less or later
no good waiting for the after flavor

choclate covered, caramel dipped
sticky, chewy, sucked and licked
some sweet tooth breaking sweetness
with gushing gummy dropp goodness
candy coated juicy middle
rainbow rolled up dipped in sprinkles
candy colors coating your tongue
just look at all the damage done

(march 2010, new orleans, la, usa)

poem by Thomas Quentin Sims
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Leftovers

Save your leftovers,
And don't you think about it.
Throwing them out to just,
Waste away.
Away.

Save...
Those leftovers.
Don't throw them out to just,
Waste away.
Today.

People are coming to their senses,
With no defense.
People are easier to convince today...
When they see so many in need,
And...
Pretending not to be hungry.

Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied that taste you've got.
The needy people have increased.
So share with others,
What you don't eat.

People,
Are coming to their senses.
Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied...
That taste you've got.

People,
Are coming to their senses.
The needy people have increased.
So share they do,
What they don't eat.

People,
Are easier to convince today...
When they see so many in need,
And...
Pretending not to be hungry.

People,
Are coming to their senses.
The needy people have increased.
So share they do,
What they don't eat.

People,
Are coming to their senses.
Don't you throw leftovers out,
Because they satisfied...
That taste you've got.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Temptation Of My Body By The Spilled Milk On The Floor

i watch a beautiful body
sprawled on
a white carpet
floor

the floor is sturdy
in age
reddish

it looks like fire
as i gaze for long
salivating

milk lots of it spilling
seeping on the cracks of the
aged
planks of red hard wood

i salivate like a dog imagining
a set of bones
with clinging meat
glistening
under the sun

what a beautiful taste could it
be

only if i had the courage to be
a dog mad about bones

kneel on the bed
prostrate my self on the floor and

lick a milky way into my
mouth into my body which is hollow
in its bamboo-ness

like space without its planets
in loneliness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Care? Do You Care?

there are people dying everywhere,
do you care? do you care?
there are people hungry everywhere,
do you care? do you care?

gunshots, bomb drops,
thunder splits the sky.
preacher on the tv,
says you're gonna die.
patriots, deviants,
doors ripped off the hinge.
children eating fathers,
freedom on the fringe!

equality, dignity,
slam the prison doors.
bodies in the ditch,
aint nobody keeping score.
nuclear rain, cocaine,
oceans full of oil.
god died, the president lied,
coming to a boil.

there are people dying everywhere,
do you care? do you care?
there are people hungry everywhere,
do you care? do you care?

black skin, white skin,
grated till they bleed.
angry men without hope,
taking what they need.
well paid lies, cut the ties,
glass figures stand in line.
love screams, shattered dreams,
the blind lead the blind!

trees cut, doors shut,
food stamps and day old bread.
schools closed, books burned,
hear the cry of the dead.
injustice rages, guilty pages,
we reap what we have sowed.
this world on fire, with desire,
the truth the final code!

there are people dying everywhere,
do you care? do you care?
there are people hungry everywhere,
do you care? do you care?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Old Man Dying

there's an old man dying
in a small bedroom filled
with books and worn out clothes
and old socks with holes

there's an ashtray that always
needs to be emptied;
blinds that are as twisted
as his fingers and his toes

there's an old man dying
in the shadow of his
father's dreams, his father's world,
choking on the bad taste

of his own prayers forgotten
and mountaintops bartered;
in the mist of cannot touch,
can't lay with again

and love sweat grown cold,
gone stale as the lines,
the wrinkles on his face,
and hands that tremble

there's an old man dying
and somewhere, there's
a young man being born!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fountain & Vine

Open your shelters and let us all in
Tired and homeless and hungry again
Outside my window at fountain & vine
Drunks and addicts are forming a line
Sharing their stories to comfort despair
Carry the weight of the crosses they bare
Praying for courage and wisdom to change
Serenity cost more that pocket book change
I want to tear down the walls
And shatter the image that falls
I want to turn all the tables
And give back what doesnt belong to me
Sleeping on sidewalks is how people live
Begging for something noone wants to give
Size of your wealth is a bottle of wine
Sipped with your friends youll soon leave behind
Are your children in flames?
Incarcerated and bound by the chain?
Strangers paralyze
Down in the gutters of fountain & vine
Feel like running away
Tired of seeing them falling aside
Theres no running away
I want to tear it all down
Build it all up from the ground
I want to tear down the wall
And shatter, the image, that falls on me
The view from down here
Brings mention to mind
Everythings sacred on fountain & vine

song performed by by Oleander
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