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The Battle of Alderman Kneeshaw (2/2)
By Lee Cassanell
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(1/2),
(1/2).
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Leave your weapons behind
it's the law of the fight
in the night we'll come back
for our nooses.
But should victory be ours
we'll be legends for years
or at least until next time
we battle
When the boredom sets in
and the song in the wind
sings for kids to be
slaughtered like cattle.
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Some you win
Some you loose
with no conscience to choose
to make war on your brothers
or spare them,
Gangs of boys on the hills
"Every man for himself"
was no phrase that I knew
or had heard then...
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Copyright © Lee Cassanell 2006
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Poetry - A Small Price To Pay By Katherine Horrex
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My friend said I'm naïve
Because I found it hard
To believe when she said that she'd
Give Gary a blowjob
In exchange for 10 grand.
Apparently, if he
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Poetry - Geriatric Blues By Maurice Fairfield
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Now all my fellow oldies I hope you're feeling well
Listen what I'm sayin' cause I got a tale to tell
I got the blues, I got the blues. I got the geriatric blues
Joints are creakin' bladder's leakin' teeth are missin'
Havin' trouble pissin,' got the blues, the geriatric blues.
Go spread the news about the blues,
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Poetry - Response To Those Who Doubt (You know who you are) By Joe Hakim
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Dead from the neck up
motherfuckers,
taking me to task
for the thing they lack:
a passion that burns
and erupts
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Poetry - Showdown At Flamingo-Land By Patrick Henry
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Flamingo-Land is sheer paradise captured in a name.
Exquisite birds turn the trees to fiery flame,
Perching there on a rosy-fingered dawn,
Or at dusk stretching daylight to sublime perfection.
In the wildlife park creatures are good as kept by Noah;
Safe from storm, flood and savagery
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Poetry - Thoroughly Lagered-Up Charlie By Jane Foster and Michelle Dee
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I'm thoroughly lagered-up Charlie
I'm having such a ball
I've got 15 toilets
But I piss against the wall
I'm thoroughly lagered-up Charlie
I eat out of a box
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Poetry - When Frankie Met Prickly By Michelle Dee, Elsie Creek and Jane Foster
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Frankenstein's Fanny met with Prickly Pussy
In the middle of a hot, hot day
Prickly told a joke which split Frankie's stitches
And blew her clean away
Frankenstein's Fanny and Prickly Pussy
Went out for a ride
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Poetry - The Maritime Museum, Hull By Maolsheachlann O' Ceallaigh.
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The recorded cry of some dead whale resounds
Over and over again. Rusted harpoons
Hang from the walls. On winter afternoons
Descendants of past sailors make the rounds
And mouth the names: Diana, Truelove, Swan.
Just syllables now. But children must have thrilled
To hear them, once.
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Poetry - THE PRICE WE PAY By Del Abe Jones.
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...We're going to stay the course, of course!...
That's what our Pres has always said
We're three years into this crazy War
With nearly twenty-four hundred Dead.
Seventeen thousand wounded folks
At least, that's the official count
With estimates of forty-some thousand
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Poetry - We Are All Cartoons Now By Joe Hakim
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Setting up a trap
the immaculate disappointment
capped off with regret,
things we could have
changed
or done
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Poetry - Saint Patrick's Day By Del Abe Jones.
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The Patron Saint of Ireland
Died in the Fifth Century
On the seventeenth of March
Is that anniversary.
That day is during Lent
When the Irish celebrate
With dance and drink and feast
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Poetry - I Remember It Well By Jon Stewart
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I met her in Retro
No, it was in Mint
I said I was loaded
You said you were skint!
Ah yeah...I remember it well.
Said she was from Bransholme
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Poetry - Politics On The Dance-floor By Patrick Henry
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Cuba's dangerous crocodile-shape looms long and slim
As a laid girl, a good cigar, or Castro's red regime.
A pianist plays Blues out of his back-street door:
An instrument from Chicago that'll send no more;
Nor glitzy Cadillac cabs that take you for a ride
For five bucks anywhere and girls
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Poetry - A Popular Theme By Jane Foster
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For Michael Cassar 1979 - 2000
A popular theme - the good die young,
With lips unparted, praise unsung,
The ode, the book, the song, the rhyme,
The tale of the young man cut down in his prime,
The turn of the screw, the whizz of the wheel,
The young man dead on a fiver deal.
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Poetry - Picking Up Sluts In Retro By Joe Hakim
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Me and me mates
were in Retro
last night
and we met these
tarts
and we fucked 'em
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Poetry - Snowball By Jane Foster
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One winter's night, we found a snowball
Nestling in someone's front garden.
A foot high it was. We decided
To steal it, and began to push.
It didn't occur to us that it would gather snow,
And grow, and prove insurmountable.
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Poetry - Song of Hopeless Love By Maurice Fairfield
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I've got a girl who's mighty sweet
Fellows fall down at her feet
Still she treats me like a skunk
She only loves me when she's drunk.
When I call her on the phone
(This girl I'd love to call my own)
April August June October
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Poetry - All The King's Men By John Winn
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It's up to you the public don't decide
I'm ready when you're ready and that's no lie
I'm waiting for this fairy tale to break
Once upon a time has never been so late
It's a story worth 6 pence
Not really 8 or 10
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Poetry - Chasing The Current By Stacie Brady
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I'm longing for nothing, nobody, nowhere
They're probably waiting but I couldn't care
There's nothing exciting to brighten my days
I guess I'm just set in my old empty ways
I'm hoping for hopes of something to do
I'm dreaming of dreams that will never come true
I guess I'm just lost in a place that I know
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Poetry - Latenight stanzas of Doggerel By Chu Nin
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There where two taxi driver types
Sandpaper cheeks they bore
Stood akimbo unto a sooty subway staircase
There walked past a whore
Twas their sister they swore
She span in the dark drippingness
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Poetry - Two Coppers In A Subaru By Joe Hakim
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Two coppers in a Subaru
looking like Shaggy and Scooby-do
in the
Mystery-Machine.
Winding down the window,
one of them asks:
'Where you goin' son,
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