Bar and Club Hopping in America:
by Frederick Abberline
Part One: Shuckin� the Jive
I took the road most frequently traveled,
Because I love the road most frequently traveled,
It makes me feel way cooler than I actually am.
At the point in your life when the end is near,
Turn around� look at The End and say,
�Well it�s about time you showed up, we�ve been waiting for you.�
Sometimes at night,
I am reminded of the Older Better Times.
But the more I think about the Older Better Times,
The more I realize that my Older Better Times were just boring.
And when The End shows up and you turn around to say, �We�ve been waiting�,
Make sure you mention that you never asked to be born either.
Part Two: We are the Bleak
We are the bleak,
the bored and the pessimistic.
We love the un-inspirational, the depressing, the stories and songs about death.
We love to seem uncreative, distraught, devoid of hope and filled with apathy
But ask us how we feel,
And with a smile we will say,
�Hey man, nothing to worry about. Just keep on keep�n on.�
To Whom my Loyalty lies:
by Kelly Seibert
In the Morn, far be it I to see
How eating can some people be
The thought of food in early hours
makes some giddy, like cold showers.
Insane methinks, these people are
Who donuts eat, or cer�al bar..
Shall I give in to such a craze?
I�d rather bitch �bout rampant strays.
Could I afford such silly scams
With jelly, sprinkles, fruits, or jams?
Never.
I shall serve the microwave, and him alone!
Unless the evil poptart claims me as his own... [:::]
*Fin*
Ode to Green Jello
by Nick Alfeo
Green Jello, all full of green.
You bring my whole body pleasure,
Right down to my spleen.
I could eat you all day.
If I followed you,
I could never lose my way.
Your taste is orgasmic,
Heavenly, and fun. If I eat any more,
I'll have a fit that's epileptic.
*bows*
Untitled
by "the undead"
it's a revolution
but it won't stop pollution
all i can give you is a substitution
in the institution
of prostitution
we be havin' fun
shootin' my gun
christian ska punk bands in mah head
drop DEAD
that being said
my girl has a big head
I'm a Pawn in the Sick Game
by Anonymous
I want to have sick sexual desires
but I don't
I want to be insane and perverted
but I won't
I'm tired
tired of being a pawn in the sick game,
the game that corporate America plays
I want to have the things that start fires
made by liars who impose
various things
I have chose to leave my fantasy
in a place where all can see
my sick sexual desires
I'm tired
tired of being a pawn in the sick game,
the game that corporate America plays
