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Flu nearly got me one year.
It was an off year, no teevee plague.
No pig flu, no bird flu, no costly panic.
We survived nothing in particular.

Casey goes off to fight a war.
Rush went off to drink at the bar.
Always going off to drink and fight.
Can’t remember why next morning.
In 432 empire was nearly complete.
Same as 1438, nearly again in 2009.
Took a lot of random death and agony.
The bar has cable, little house of plagues.

Medieval vermin, steel and stone.
Forest of TV antennas in pastel smog.
Cronkite’s face comes in fuzzy.
Tweak the rabbit ears a bit.

We have sharp graphics.
Prove anything they need to.
Not like the old days of cracked vinyl,
waiting to ship out, off the edge.



Casey went off to war.
Rush went off to a bar.
Sit and watch the war.
Profitable plagues
on profitable drugs.
Incarceration nation.
Lock up the herb.
Bigger prisons.
Flat stomach.
Whiter teeth.
Tag, yer it.
Get a job.

tweek muh ears

a big ol' plate of words fresh from the mind to nourish the imagination.

thx, nazz-o

Thanks rev, m-t.

A bit unfocused, but promising concept (if not exactly breaking new ground)-- always some damned made-for-profit media plague floating out from the chambers of Big Capital. Like Rumsfeld and his swine flu maneuverings with Big Pharma, for example.

Or the Iraq War.