The General Public Hates Bums

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DigitalBuddha

Quote from: Turtle on July 18, 2008, 11:42:55 PM
Quote from: digitalbuddha on July 18, 2008, 09:34:29 PM
Quote from: Turtle on July 18, 2008, 08:16:14 PM
QuoteYeah, there are gonna be more and more "economically challenged" people as a result of the newly emerging high-tech corporate feudalism clutching the world.

Dudes of the world unite...the only thing we have to lose is...well, most of us ain't got nuthin' to lose, do we?

The only thing we have to lose is loss itself.     ;)

Is that some kind of Eastern thing?

Far from it.
Far fucking out, mind if I burn a j?

Turtle

coming up

our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite
and swivels to gaze down
at the city he made me in
he allows me to stand and
solicit graffiti until
he needs the land i stand on
in my darkened threshold
am pawing through my pockets
the receipts, the bus schedules
the matchbook phone numbers
the urgent napkin poems
all of which laundering has rendered
pulpy and strange
loose change and a key
ask me
go ahead, ask me if i care
i got the answer here
i wrote it down somewhere
i just gotta find it
i just gotta find it

somebody and their spray paint got too close
somebody came on too heavy
now look at me made ugly
by the drooling letters
i was better off alone
ain't that the way it is
they don't know the first thing
but you don't know that
until they take the first swing
my fingers are red and swollen from the cold
i'm getting bold in my old age
so go ahead, try the door
it doesn't matter anymore
i know the weak hearted are strong willed
and we are being kept alive
until we're killed
he's up there the ice
is clinking in his glass
he sends me little pieces of paper
i don't ask
i just empty my pockets and wait
it's not fate
it's just circumstance
i don't fool myself with romance
i just live
phone number to phone number
dusting them against my thighs
in the warmth of my pockets
which whisper history incessantly
asking me
where were you

i lower my eyes
wishing i could cry more
and care less,
yes it's true,
i was trying to love someone again,
i was caught caring,
bearing weight

but i love this city, this state
this country is too large
and whoever's in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
and put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

---- Ani DiFranco
Careful man, there's a beverage here!



No funny stuff, ok?

DigitalBuddha


brandt

Look Maude, you're just going to have to accept that your stepmother was kidnapped

DigitalBuddha

Quote from: brandt on July 19, 2008, 12:48:27 PM
Look Maude, you're just going to have to accept that your stepmother was kidnapped

That little strumpet! This whole thing, those rich fucks!

pirate

no man the public does not hate bums for being bums, but some some bums are disliked by some people for the person that they are and not because they are a bum.....see where i am coming from?