| P O E T R Y |
| In the style of e.e. cummings |
| Authority i obey you because you prefer to reenforce the rules of your leader than ponder the stability of an unsupported bridge from island to island and because you tell true lies of your progress in terms of conformity usefulness and order when you're questioned by the communists Authority I obey you because you egg on hitler to weed his garden and when the red flowers are awesome crosses are grown to your shame and because you are forgetfully forcing a king to his knees then disappearing into the black night Authority i obey you because you are continually cracking the rules you are reenforcing in the source of the split and because you are everlastingly fair in the face of justice Authority i defy you |
| I have freed myself from the bonds of make-believe and have stepped into the world of reality |
| Il pleut dans mon coeur |
| Il pleut dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville. Quelle est cette langueur qui penetre mon coeur? Je suis seul avec la nuit. Je vois la lune opoline. Mon amour est parti et j'ai le sense que tout est fini. C'est quoi le difference si je ris ou si je pleur? Pour tout le monde la vie est un dance, mais mon chanson ne peut pas commence. J'avais entendu beaucoup dans ma vie le bruit de l'eau sur les toits. Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie oh la chante de la pluie! La pluie reviennes au coeur qui souviens d'amour. Il sait tout- et il ne sait rien. |
| Autumn Days |
| On an autumn day in a bisk cool breeze, there's nothing as beautiful as the newfallen leaves. |
| The Old Cowboy Hat |
| Cimone has an old Cowboy Hat. Actually, it's quite a fine cap. Sometimes she likes to ride 'em bronco, and then she'll fall off pronto. Her hat's lined with silver stitches and in it she likes to throw pitches. She used to pitch for the Jays- those were the good ol'days. Now her hat's old and dusty and she owns a dead horse named Musty. She stores her hat in the attic instead of behind the old padac. About her hat she's extatic, but I think that hat's about had it. |
| Emma's Dilemma |
| There once was a girl named Emma- she had gotten in a dilemma. Her hair dissappeared and grew back as a beard, and now she has a problemma. |
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