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---- word biscuit ----
-- 4th of july edition --
07-04-96 - ray heinrich
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you'll have to forgive me,
i get a little patriotic every forth of july.
< forth of july >
I'm happy in front of the fireworks
they're using gunpowder
without making holes in anyone
and i'm happy down close where it's hot
and dark and i feel ready at least once
a year ready inside my mother country as
she's bearing down hard trying to push
me out and once a year it works each time
a new color explodes and my eyes agree and
my pocket likes buying more stuff that makes
me happy while i'm doing it but then i have to
find where to put it cause my garage is full
but my heart doesn't feel that sick and i'm
happy in front of the fireworks they're using
again this forth of july.
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< the only good native american
is a dead native american,
happy forth of july >
happy forth of july
happy independence day
happy land of freedom
to kill everyone here before us
to make room for our slaves
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< if you're not an american on the fourth
of july you can just go die somewhere >
I'm ready to vote for
universal health care
for everyone in the
whole world but i won't
get to anytime soon which
is lucky cause i'd have to
give up my electric clothes
dryer just to pay for saving
a few children who wouldn't
like my poetry anyway.
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< wrong fourth of july >
john lennon dies
on the wrong fourth of july
as he was looking to bring us
all together from his million
dollar apartment just off central
park when a foot soldier from general
washington's army of the potomac laid
another british invader bleeding on
the native ground of our great america
born as we all are born in blood and
flowing as our hopes which start warm
and gradually cool which start red and
gradually turn to that brittle dark brown
that flakes off when you pick at it with
your patriotic finger except in the cracks
of the concrete where it will shine out
like fireworks on each wrong forth to come.
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< forth hot dog july >
the hot dogs
shrink a bit in the flames
as they wait
for your teeth to prepare them
for the years
of bouncing as your belly
and
hanging independently
and
celebrating as your shirt creeps up
the freedom
of the fresh air
the freedom
that all flesh desires
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and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich.
you have my permission to copy it and post it wherever you want
as long as it's not-for-profit (kinda redundant, after all, it
IS poetry), not part of any pro-republican campaign literature,
and you include:
"(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments welcome send to: ray@vais.net"
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