BLOGORAMA FULL OF DRAMA

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Sometimes its full of drama

Sometimes it’s about a pet llama

Sometimes it’s about a dude in naughty pajamas

Voice of the herd is heard

Life of the herd is learned

Step right in and take your turn

You won’t get burned

A Blogger's Message to All Polticians Everywhere

Internet politicians

Single army of one

Put them all together

An army of a ton

Interesting proposition

What would happen with such a thought collision

Have the politicians learned

Thoughts of bloggers should be heard

We are the people out here in the herd

And when a zillion agree on the same piece of turd

You know what you need to do

Follow our lead unless of course the thought makes you heave

Who knows maybe we are all just a pack of thieves

Cant trust the country to the likes of these?

Does that happen simply if you disagree?

Or is it a matter of the change of degrees

Seems to me things are changing constantly

So when we all agree

Don’t act completely egotistically supreme

So that you crash the people’s dreams

Our vision of what is our scene

How we want the country to gleam

Isn’t always that obscene

Even if it makes you squeam

You do not reign supreme

We the people is the dream

We’re supposed to be a team

And when we all agree

In great majority

It should sound like singing

No you aren’t dreaming

That’s all of us gleaming

Follow us and stop screaming

Blink From The Klink

Corporate and creative

Back and forth I go

One world of stricture

The other easy flow

Disciplined disciple

Easy flow pulls away

Do it for a living

Over here it’s all play.

For some it’s entertainment

For some it’s rinky dink stink

For some it’s a page goes by

Some a late night blink

Some try to teach

Critical blink

Don’t understand

This isn’t disciplined think

It’s the place I blink

From the survival game brink

In a day and night of

Disciplined o Rama

Reduces the trauma

Reminds me I’m free

In a world of survival game

slavery.

THANKS FOR THE WILD INTERNET RIDE

I can’t help fixating

On constantly creating

A blog that is blazing

Making me kinda crazy.

So much fun

I get undone

Go lay in the sun

Shop a little for food and fun

Then back again ‘till I’m done.

Check those stats

Like a breeding nat

Will they like that

Or never come back.

But in fact

I don’t give a crack

About any of that

“Cause I’m a hedonistic rat

Love to write and draw this and that.

But it truly is exhilarating

When stats are escalating

Gets my heart pacing

Better than drag racing.

One thing to get A’s in classes

Another thing to please the masses

Sweet as the sweetest molasses

Makes me want to kiss their asses.

But an ass licker I am not

Well ok once in a while with the cops

But this ride is blowin my top

Reaction makes me never want it to stop.

Am I nuts

Don’t bet your buck

You will get fucked

I am as sound as a Peter Built truck.

This is just a wild ride

Having fun and being high

Elevating from the normal guy

To a sweet fantastic surprise.

Even met a lot of new friends

From every part and every end

Feel connected every time I spend

Any time on the internet spin.

Wow this is really crazy now

Makes my life a bit hazy and how

Makes me want to learn Kung Pow

Get material from every life rouse.

Feed the masses give it to them

Who cares whether they sing hymns

Feed the masses and make them sing

Along with my own crazy things

Ting a ling hear us all sing.

Thanks to everyone for the wild ride

Even if it’s weak on the comment side

It’been great fun for me I hope you realize

My stats on cyber visitors keeps me riding high

Quite a trip for this ever day blogging guy

Leaving me extremely satisfied

Have a great Saturday night

That’s it for now goodnight!

JOSIE STACK SMOKES CRACK

Watch yourself watch your back
Stay away from Josey Stack
She always carries a pound of dynamite in her sack
And looks for people to blow up because she smokes a ton of crack.

She travels through the streets
Looking for people to meet
Who will give her something to eat
Then blows them up just because she thinks its neat.

Bodies fly everywhere
But Josie never cares
She just laughs and fixes her dirty hair
And walks away while body parts fly around her in the air.

When Josie Stack's day of bombings is done
She goes under the freeway to sleep with other bums
And waits each night for the police to come
But the police never come and Josie thinks its because they're dumb.

The bums Josie spends the night with under the freeway
See Josie coming and try to run away
Because they know she blows people up all day
And not even bums want to stay
With someone who blows up people everyday.

Eventually Josie blew so many people up on one day
People couldn't walk down the street because body parts were all over the place
And the clean up crew couldn't keep up the pace
Because the smell was so bad they had to use one hand to cover their face.

Josie realized that it wasn't as much fun as before
To blow up people and have their body parts all over the floor
So she stole a ton of dynamite from the store
And decided to do more.

Josie Stack climbed the highest flag pole next to city hall
And started screaming for the news reporters to call
When no one came Josie Stack began to ball
And decided the best thing to do was to end it all.

So she lit the ton of dynamite in her sack
Which represented her final attack
On everyone who didn't watch their back
After she started smoking crack.

Body parts flew everywhere for the last time ever
And Josie Stacks body parts were also severed
And that was the end of Josie Stack
Who went crazy after smoking a ton of crack.

Things Are Getting Hazy

This computer’s got me going crazy

Things are starting to look hazy

And dots are forming in the shape of daisies

Is everyone suddenly wearing paisley?

I could break down and turn it off

But what will I do next to stop

The constant thought

Swirling in my brain like a perpetual top.

Wait a 10 minute break may cure me

I’ll just have to force myself to break away and see

If resting my eyes for 10 minutes will be

Enough to allow my eyes to again see

And keep up with the brain in me.

5 minutes have gone by and I ‘m a wreak

I’m getting weaker and starting to sweat

WHERE IS THE MOTRIN KEPT?!

ENOUGH’S ENOUGH’S I GOTTA GO BACK TO IT!

There I’m back now though I still can’t see

But people don’t look that bad in paisley

And my vision has improved from hazy

And my brain is once again happy.

I could be going crazy

From brain pulses that keep me from being lazy

That makes my brain work ‘till my eyes are hazy

And everyone looks like they’re wearing paisley.

Screw it I don’t really care

If I go crazy and everyone stares

I love my computer beyond compare

And my brain likes to write ‘till it’s bare

So I don’t care

If I can’t see over there

Of even if it makes me lose all my hair

I wont get off my computer whatever the fare.

Yak and Doug #2

All Hail Blogorama!

All hail to the Blogorama

It’s full of fun and lot's of drama

Even pics of lamas

And everyone’s old mama.

Cyber land is fun and free

Where I always like to be

Hey! Am I growing the tail of a donkey?

Screw it that’s ok with me

There’s gold in them there hills

Can’t you see you could be freed?

CANNIBALS NEED LOVING TOO

Cannibals need loving too

They really don’t put everyone in stew

They can have a relationship that’s true

Be loyal and truly true blue.

But if you decide to befriend one

Make sure you’re the skinniest one

Of their entire group of chums

Cause if they do decide to eat one

You won’t be the one that needs to run.

Try not to make your cannibal friend mad

Cause when they get mad you won’t be glad

When tossed into multiple food storage bags

Even if the bags are named Glad.

But it could be very interesting and exciting

To go out with a cannibal dining

As long as it’s not hunger for you that’s inciting

His decision to do the inviting for dining.

If you see your cannibal friend

Drooling over your luscious legs

Ask him what’s in his head

To find out if there is anything to dread.

You can decide once you hear what is said

Whether you can stay in bed instead

Of running away to avoid ending up dead

And please try not to be wrongly led

By delusions that twirl in your human head.

If he shows up with a fork and knife

And you never gave an invite

To eat with him that particular night

First be quite polite

Then run for your life.

And you need to watch what you eat

Especially when it’s meat

That he brings over as a treat

Because the treat that you eat

May be your old friend Pete.

Overall a risky proposition it’s true

You do have to stay alert to all cues

Have to watch everything you say and do

Keep it cool watching everything they do to

Or you could end up in their special stew.

But they could be a good friend too

A friend that is loyal and true blue

Never make you into stew

No matter what you say or do

Now it’s time to decide what’s best for you.