Fight the Fight, Bite the Byte

© 11/3/00 Spider John

 

Turn of the century

When will the fighting cease?

Automatic vile lost its lease

Due to spontaneous

combustible feats

 

Chucking rocks at the fuzz

The bigot that no one loves

has left the stained vendetta

on the turbans that fuzzie

shoves

 

Living in the states

Has made me an ingrate

Pangs of anguish we see

Even in a friendly town

We see proclivatous hate

 

Arafat and the Israelis

both screaming meemies

We see blue skies pale

to shells and shale

 

Turbans and proleterian caps

Ludicrous warfare

Bomb the buildings you do

And when mankind suffers, you don't care.

 

If Hitler was the anti-semitic antichrist

Does this mean that Jews

should resort to anti- turban vice?


Or is it that Israel is right, and their defense should

suffice?

 

Innocent kids roam around their dusty sites

Filled with dreaded sad eyes

and wimpish cries.

Malicious nights awaken to a

chilling dawn

While the pregnant woman miscarriages

The carcass spills on the lawn.

 

When will the world learn?
We share the same biology regardless of

"ideology"

Yeah, but then again there's

misogyny and bigotry in their

heart

which then united we stand falls apart.

 

Shoot down the pope, and some

Yippies smoke dope

I don't care to be obliged

on this flimflam jive

 

Once you thought we'd have nine lives

Instead, your noggin is 45'd

and still you watch the RGB with glee

jerking off to Britney and Christie

while there's more to life and

morality

To solve the world's imperfect formula

would be a stout enigma

Blaming violent pictures

for your violent ways

I don't subscribe to

that bull swagger

And I don't give a shite

when you say you'd bag her

 

This world's pure disillusionment

More educated minds turn into

Luceriferous kinds

Think positive under God's plan

Is where we should stand

and Eat my shorts, Ku Klux Klan

and shove your ways, you

lecherous, fascist man!

 

Infant to man back to infant

A palindromic malady

I had enough

I'd rather stick to virtuosity

Back in the star-spangled states

 

Election time nears

No more Gore, you say

And there they go, bashing gays

Amy say, "Want fetus trashed"

You say, "Get off my stash"

Create codes that clash

with laws for ill-gotten cash

 

When will they learn?
Dodge or burn

Photons of light

Positive spite

Fight the fight

bite the byte, my friend

There's no end

until we learn to mend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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