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Showing posts with label global youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label global youth. Show all posts

Sunday, March 6, 2011

CLICK A POEM CLASS OF 2012: A Revolt in Rhymes to A-Pack-o-Lipstick Lesbians Youth c/s

This Sonnet is a Click Away.
Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Now?! Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!

What are the Demands we are asking For?
Why are all the Smart People getting Worried?
Is it the Revenge of the Nerds of all Time?
Here come the Women bearing Flowers, Xochipili is Here


Xochipili is Here

His sister is Love Goddess XOCHIQUETZAL .
He carries a pointy stick and pokes it
around. If the tip penetrates your heart
you'll fall in love. Tattoo on my Heart, Prince

Nezahuaycoyotl, a flower in Bloom
such as Yours is Pure Art and Aesthetics
A Philosophical quest, and the End
of the Line....Where? Where do we Turn It? Now?!
Dos Cuatro Seis Ocho Diez que Marchen!








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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Nanny's Bill of Rights

One, we take our duty seriously.
Remember, Nanny Cams are not full proof.
They record what's happened already.
Aren't there better ways to get the scoop?


Two, if we have the growth of your children
at heart, don't it make sense we have our Due?
How about we start with Citizenship
Pathways? And Please free the Dreams of the Youth!


Each month, week, hour second, minute, day
in the care of our Wards...they grow on Us.
They are Children and Innocent.  You pay
us to keep them that way. Can you express


a Gesture of Respect? Let's do this:
instead of Ruthlessness, you Value us.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Rock, Paper, Scissors~Scissors Paper Rock


They get the Paper
            We get the Stone
             The Same way Again

Where are the Scissors?
            How do you do this?
                       Youth are Anguished?

Young People Need to Try
            To Cut through You
                        Come find Us.

Paper is Sentimental.
            It always Forgives.
                        Misanthropy Games.

Excuse me Stop Blocking
            The Way. 
                        Let the Children Through.


I bet they Hate This
            Being born into
                        a Dark Age, Thanks Bush!

They Ask Afraid
            What happens to Us?
                        Will there Be Oceans?