Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

in the suitcase on the left

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
pardon me, i have to vomit.

repeatedly...

p.s. maybe when the troops come home, they can do a little house-cleaning...

1 comment:

Triton said...

Nice. I think Pink Floyd is quite appropriate, given the circumstances.