Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Look for gold in a rock.
Spread freedom with a stick.
Sell stick and carrot for a profit.
Blow up mountains, look for terror.
Topple statues and make speeches.
Blow up freedom and spread sticks.
Drive a Hummer to Mount Rushmore.
Drill for oil in Roosevelt's granitic face.
Borrow against debt, fill up the tank.
Write a speech, preach man preach!
Drill and burn your way out.
Seems only natural.

Funny how a lot of my writings lately seem to resemble a tit.

mnaz, I love me some titties too

like I love your work

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"If you want the keys to my Hummer, you'll have to pull them out of my cold, dead hands..."

Diehards for America, the flag clenched in teeth,
use as much oil and energy as they possibly can

Now that's American Pride at its best! God Bless!

*** psst... mnaz, you awoke some sarcastic streak within me! write on!

the progression of lines is relentless - like this a lot.

Mnaz, there is so much thought in your poems. The environmental message in this rings loud and clear.

John