1.
To Senator Dole,
Do you wear boxers or briefs?
Hmmm, said Dole. Depends.
2.
In summer's twilight
the moon catches the last rays
promising the dawn.
3.
Puerile parade.
Catholic and Protestant
Slaughter ritual.
4.
Expanding with the
Universe and Cyberspace
Albatross minds cruise.
5.
A fly in my soup
Tried to loop the loop and drowned.
FOOL! Wrong element.
6.
Landscape of your hands.
Skin weathered like old apples.
Textured tints of Time.
7.
Atlanta deplete.
Rain patters on bare stadiums.
The zombies return.
8.
"Fragrance of Roses."
That's a cliche. All that's best
In Life are cliches.
9.
A sparrow farted,
Altering the Universe.
The sniper missed you.
10.
clinton dole perot
we can only blame ourselves
how did this happen?
11.
pathetic choices
only in america
voter apathy
12.
pregnant teenage moms
angrily appeal congress
right to life on mars
13.
fu*k pat robertson
drive a dagger through his head
good riddance @sshole
14.
hands off my porno,
go away mr. exxon,
just leave me alone.
15.
soaring through the air
as players behold in awe
oppose gravity
16.
it's your airborne flight
no one can defy you now
damn I missed the dunk
17.
ah the sun rises
spreading heat to all objects
morning frost melts fast
18.
light fills the landscape
life can once again be seen
darkness is snuffed out
19.
ah the cloud rises
disperse fear to all beings
morning frost now steams
20.
light blinds naked eyes
nothing at all can be seen
mankind is snuffed out
21.
mmm see all the food
lobster, ham, turkey, and wine
the plates for palates
22.
what a grand banquet!
hunger grabs my snarling gut
and then I woke up
23.
The Milky Way shines
in bliss over Earth Tonight
heedless of Kemp-Dole
24.
Tossing and turning
Writhing in severest pain
Carcinogens dwell
25.
Soft, red, velvety
The lips of the rosebuds part
Anxiously waiting
26.
Yellow, green, and blue
Sunlight through prisms filter
Rainbows in our souls
27.
The birth of a child
Education of our teens
Death of a nation
28.
Drinking morning dew
Hearing the clouds passing by
Savory Seasons
29.
Please pardon me sir!
But could you spare a dollar,
For a local call.
30.
The wind in the trees
Blows swiftly through the valley
As memories fade...
31.
Ugly and bloated
As he spews forth hateful lies.
Bite me, Rush Limbaugh.
Last modified: Thu Mar 20 11:26:12 GMT-0400 1997