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The Ballad of the CaveThe people sat all in a row Their eyes upon the magic show And all that they would ever know Were shadows on the wallThe Ballad of the Cave
To the left and right no light was shed Reality was dead ahead Where babies fed And soldiers bled And many million tears were shed Of joy, of pain, of muddled head Where couples wed Where cokeheads sped Where soldiers fed Where babies bled Philosophers spun gold from lead Of shadows on the wall
Some say the Wise Man taught Him well His writings spread through all of Hel And thus Apollo’s Son did tell
by ~TheyCallMeVegas
Balls in yo haiku."Balls in yo mouth" is- Not good for making haikus- Too many sylla-Balls in yo haiku.
My favorite phrase With or without a reason Just "Balls in yo mouth."
The pirates would yell As they fought the privateers, "Yarr, balls in yo mouth!"
Spiders catching flies. Evil perceived in order. Balls. Balls in yo mouth.
Pointless parody. An artform decimated, By balls in yo mouth.
Balls, funny alone. But if you want me to laugh, Put them in yo mouth.
by ~TheyCallMeVegas
Vegas Does Right and WrongIt has been said that "Two wrongs don't make a right." I intend to analyze the truth of this statement.Vegas Does Right and Wrong
Part of the value of this statement, I suppose, depends on what you mean by two wrongs. Do you mean: Wrong + Wrong ≠ Right. or (Wrong)(Wrong) ≠ Right
Now, because of the phrasing "Two wrongs," I submit that the most equivalent mathematical formula is this: 2(Wrong) ≠ Right Which is the same as the addition equation [actually, I suppose I should be saying "inequation"]. What's important, now, is what kind of value you assign
by ~TheyCallMeVegas
Blessed is the FruitBlessed is the fruit That hangs just out of reach With perfect scent, and perfect taste The perfect wild peachBlessed is the Fruit
Noble is the tree
That oversees the park No smiles and no tears On an obelisk of bark
August are the ants Single-minded in their tasks Unquestioning in duty Not stopping for the Pasch
Holy are the elements That can’t not be themselves That gladly come together To make the world’s materials
Boring is the planet Six light minutes from the sun When creatures strive, and work, and toil Instead of
by ~TheyCallMeVegas
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Part I- The Twisted Tree Called Contraplea
On a hill, on a plain, in a sprawling stretch of dust In a hateful kind of vase we grew a sapling in our lust Like our lives, it was green amidst dead trees and brown of seeds In a place rarely seen, seas of reeds and brown of leaves Dry and crippled, crumpled, curled, that was it That was the scene, set up for us on this floor of ashes All along the ashen floor…
I wrote this drunk, I spoke it blind From curious pulpits with a courteous smile
by ~The-Rust
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- Current Residence: The College of New Jersey or Cherry Hill, NJ... depending on the season.
- Interests: Rockin' the Casbah
- Operating System: Microstatus Quo
- Skin of choice: I like being tan, but not sunburned.
- Personal Quote: "With arrogance and ignorance, success is assured." - Mark Twain
- Email: VegasLancaster@gmail.com
- AIM: VegasDoesVegas
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Tee-hee. I'm right across the room from you. xD
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