My Meaningful Poem

From: "Alliekatt" <alleykatzen@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Dec 12, 2002 11:38 PM

Posting
meaningful feelings
thoughts and personal
delectable fantasies,
rancid goings over
of soap operas
limited to the obsessions
of pansied
bipolar youth

within such a place
as alt.slack

is not unlike
dropping the soap
in a shower
in a reform school
in the UK,

and asks for itself
nothing other
than the cockeyed
enfropulated derision
of cynical old farts
whose hopes for
high school romance
and poetic narcissism

dribbled down the mirror
with
an explosively drained
facial blemish
in 1979.

alliekatt, poetess. copyleft 2002.

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

I AM WANKING!!! I AM WANKING!!! UH UH UH SPLORRRRRRRRRpppp.

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From: "Priestess Pisces" <priestesspisces@msn.com>

"Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com> wrote in message
news:131220021112119643%stang@subgenius.com...

> I AM WANKING!!! I AM WANKING!!! UH UH UH SPLORRRRRRRRRpppp.
>
> --

More wanking... less poetry

thanks

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Founder of Wankers for "Bob"
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From: prostata@bronze.coil.com (The Stinking Bishop Prostata Cantata MP)

In article <O7Qp5bxoCHA.1672@cpimsnntpa03>,
Priestess Pisces <priestesspisces@msn.com> wrote:
>
>More wanking... less poetry
>

I agree with this post

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From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)

prostata@bronze.coil.com (The Stinking Bishop Prostata Cantata MP) wrote in message news:<09aeta.0le.ln@news.concourse.com>...

> I agree with this post

The wanking on alt.slack IS poetry. And vice versa. Its a synergistic
thing. Crank up your speakers and the Wotron Waves will kill cats in a
5-mile radius. I sure love the arts.

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From: "Constable of Indefinite Timeframes, Kevan \"Elder G\" Smith" <kevansmith23@yahoo.com>

Otto René Castillo was a Guatemalan revolutionary and poet. He was executed by
the Guatemalan Army on March 19, 1967. This is a linguistic, cultural and
temporal translation of his poem Intelectuales Apoliticos.

Apolitical Intellectuals

One day
the apolitical intellectuals
of our land
will be interrogated
by the poorest of people.
They will be asked what they did
while their community
was extinguished,
like a sweet fire, small and alone.

No one will ask them about their fashion sense,
or their long lunches at the faculty club.
No one will want to know about their absurd
attempts to discover "the meaning of it all."
No one will care about or even understand
their economic outlook for
"the current recession."
They will not be questioned on
Greek mythology,
nor their new age remedy for
feelings of alienation.

They'll be asked nothing about their
post-modernist justifications for apathy,
concocted as self-serving lies.

On that day the simple folk will come.
Those who had no place in the
papers, books and poems of
the apolitical intellectuals,
but who produced their
food and clothes, built
their homes and cars,
who cleaned their
offices, raised their children, and cooked
their meals,
and they'll ask:
"What did you do when the poor
suffered, when tenderness and
life burned out in them?"
Apolitical intellectuals,
you will not be able answer.
A vulture of silence
will eat at your guts. Your own misery
will pick at your soul.
And you will be mute
in your shame.
--
http://home.sport.rr.com/cuthulu/ human rights = peace
Is a tattoo real, like a curb or a battleship? Or are we suffering in
Safeway?
1:49:17 PM 13 December 2002

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From: nenslo <nenslo@yahooX.com>

Will Dorkery wrote:

> Hey! That was pretty good! Glad I finally read it!
>
> http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves

One of the things that sickens me most about the new breed of racist
is the "revisionism" i.e.: Blacks were better off as slaves, 6 million
Jews did not die, the Indians just walked over the Bering Stait and
this land wasn't "really" theirs anyhow... and on and on. Now I know
most of us are too young to have owned slaves, heard that one till I
wanna Varment, I know none of us pulled the switches at Auswitch, or
there when Belsen was a gas, and probably none of us participated in
the slaughter and rape of the mighty Creek Nation. Just as I wasn't
there when my descendants were being smacked down by the Brits (Go
BraveHeart! Show 'em Rob Roy! @;-} ) but there seems little doubt
these things happened. Hating a race you don't even know is one
thing, but denying the pain they've suffered seems to take it to a
dark Karmic level. We had 911... what about when the OTHER shoe
drops? Just thoughts... anyone have an opinion???

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