#14 When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K
Anna didn't go. She didn't go. She didn't go,
so I took her inside, and just as she got to
the entrance to The Love Porch, she let go
with two hefty craps. Why does this dog do me
this way?
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"BP is committed to The Gulf."--BP Commercial
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I'm sure that I did not clean off any of the pesticide
that inhabited the skin of the apple that I just ate,
by running the apple under the water from the kitchen
sink, and rubbing it with my finger. Joan says that
our bodies are strong enough to kill the pesticides
when we eat the apples. Hmmmmmm.
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I just laminated Howard Finster's business card.
I found this card the other day while I was digging
through the massive amount of paperwork that
follows me about. I have no idea how I got this card;
I do know that The Finster Exhibit at The High Museum,
here in Atlanta, Ga. is one of the most awesome things
that I have ever seen.
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--Imagine Not--
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
What if Dorothy never clicked her heels?
What if Alice never went down the hole?
Imagine the Grinch being the wizard of Oz?
What if Walt Disney had never existed?
Say the coyote caught, and ate, the road runner?
Can you imagine Newt Gingrich as President?
It's like shooting yourself in the head
just to see if you would live.
Or blowing your toes off with a shotgun
just for a laugh.
I'm sincere; drink your beer,
but think about it. Think about it.
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Lydia Lunch: I'm still dumbfounded that George Bush became President and even more shocked that he was elected a 2nd term. Gingrich President? Ohhhhh Why the Hell not? If not just for grins.
Mikel K Poet: Dang Lydia, and I thought that you had all The Answers!
Lydia Lunch: Maybe we should run....
Mikel K Poet: Run like Hell.
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Mitt Romney shouldn't have to pay taxes.
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I just cranked up The Motorhead. It goes out there for all of you stuck out there in the 5:20 p.m. traffic. There is nothing stupider than traffic; nothing pisses me off as much. If you are in jail for reefer, any amount, this song goes out to you, also. They should change the laws, and set you all free.
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It's burning without me;
I can only take one breath
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I just walked my dogs. For Morrison, it was his second walk of the day. He got to walk to The Grocery Store with me, this morning. I can't take Bundy places. He gets separation anxiety. He pitches fits. He, and I, are much more happy with him as the guard dog of our home. Morrison goes on walks besides our regular dual dog walks; Bundy doesn't. It is that simple, and, this way, nobody has to pitch a fit.
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"What are you doing for The Latino Population, today?"
"I might go home and have some tacos." replied a northern mayor,
to a reporter. (The Mayor just "retired" as a result of the
strong backlash to his statements).
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Probably, everybody should be charged the same tax rate,
except for me, who shouldn't be charged anything.
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People are saying that "they" want our children to be stupid,
so "they" fine tune the schools to produce stupidity; stupidity
meaning that our children will work for them and obey their laws.
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Can they force you into an apology?
Will they teach you art, or geology?
Are you crawling now,
when you used to ride in air conditioning?
Are you baffled, confused, lonely and angry?
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Not everybody can read, "The Delivery Guy."
I've had some people say that they threw it
to the ground, and never picked it back up,
and I have had people say that the book made
them chuckle the whole way thru.
There is no accounting for taste,
but I think that you will enjoy my book.
--Mikel K
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet
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Google is, now, spying on me, somehow.
Big Brother is already so far up my ass,
that I have no idea what to do.
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Consult Your Manual
How do you feel about it
is kind of a yes or no question
under certain circumstances.
It does not open the door
for getting hit with a verbal pail of shit.
I really don't know what I am saying.
I need to check in with my
Guide To Living manual that I was given
when I was born, but is not mandatory
to use. Did you get one? Don't they
come in handy in those sticky situations
where you are not sure how to behave?
I am so glad that our Government,
or God deemed it fit to outfit us with
such a thing. Aren't you?
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He said that he wasn't going to
get in bed with them, but he is
in bed with them.
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"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
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The crowd yells like it's The Beatles who have just taken to the stage.
We are packed into the place like sardines swimming in bourbon, and beer.
The audience raises the roof, as they raise their fists, and drinks,
in a communal toast.
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"By the smell of it, it's that time..."
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It is always a great thing when some local boys make it big, and The Atlanta
band, Blackberry Smoke, is packing houses through out The South, and is
poised to take over The Nation.
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Bass Player, Richard Turner, embodies rock star, carefully staring
out at the crowd, while his brother, Brit Turner, works up a serious sweat
on his drum kit. The Turner brothers have been playing together for decades.
It is good to see them succeed. Lead Singer Charlie Starr is a veteran
of The Atlanta Music scene. He is a maser of both the microphone, and the
stage, using both as if he was born to them. Paul Jackson (Guitar, Vocals),
and Brandon Still (Keyboards) are cool, and confident at their positions.
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I'm a big fan of Ronnie Van Zandt, and something tells me that Ronnie is
smiling down from Heaven upon the boys of Blackberry Smoke.
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"Cause I'm restless, I'm sleepless, on this quest I must go
Out here, searching for something, what it is, I don't know
Might have to find it under my headstone
Cause I keep rolling like a rolling stone
Yes, I'm restless, I won't rest til the restless is gone, yeah."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Restless".
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Warning Label: Blackberry Smoke, thus far in their career, sing
a lot about getting drunk,and about both staying away from Love,
and unrequited love.
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"I wanna know who invented the wheel
Tell me, who discovered steel?
It was the wheel and the steel that caused this pain
Made the car that took her away
I wanna know who invented the wheel."
--Blackberry Smoke, "Who Invented The Wheel".
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Blackberry Smoke are signed to Zac Brown Band's record label Southern Ground.
They often open for The Zac Brown Band, and have played regularly with
ZZ Top and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
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http://www.blackberrysmoke.com/
http://www.facebook.com/BlackberrySmoke
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Shed A Tear
I know that soon
they will come to
take me to the place
with the padded walls.
And I know that soon
I will burn in hell
or hang out for infinity
in purgatory.
But, first, I'm going to
drink this cup of coffee,
write a poem or two
smile, and shed a tear;
because I know,
deep down in my heart,
that while I was alive
that I had balls.
--Mikel K
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