I saw that autographedcat had tried this and thought I'd give it a whirl: "Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title."
His worked out pretty well.
Amazing how things just don't shuffle the way you'd hoped. :)
I Wish You Love
Take these hands, they're good for nothing
Once had love and it was gas
You get to feel so guilty
When I met you in the restaurant
Lights go down, it's dark
I saw you this morning
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
I've nothing much to offer
You could be my silver spring
I was grinding through my day gig
Let me use your toothbrush, have you got a clean shirt
Who'll ever win
When he pushes away
Isn't it a pity
Like the day looks forward to the rising sun
You knew she was in trouble
There is a wait and that's what hurt
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
You don't know what she means to me
With all of the candidates screaming for attention, one has managed to slip under the radar of most political pundits and observers. That man is Claude H. Pepperwinkle, the charismatic former four term governor of Idado.
Running under the slogan "This Spud's For You," Governor Pepperwinkle has attracted a small but vocal group of supporters, including yours truly. The many points of his platform include the following:
* Restoration of french fries to school menus throughout the country
* Tariffs of 50 cents per bushel on potatoes imported from the following hemispheres--east, west, north, and south.
* Annexation of Antarctica and the establishment of a full-time french fry packaging and freeze-drying plant, to be managed jointly by the Department of Homeland Security and the Commission for the De-demonization of Carbohydrates
* Institution of new lending policies at the World Bank, including mandatory requirements that all countries receiving loans must accept imports of American goods, primarily deep fryers, food mandolins, aluminum foil, salt, butter, scallions, sour cream, cheddar cheese, and bacon bits
If, like me, you've grown tired of politics as usual, then support Governor Pepperwinkle for president, and help him in his quest for positive change, for clean government, for truth, justice, and tubers!
Claude H. Pepperwinkle for President
2323 A. C. Brador Highway
Abnaki, Idaho 44444-4444
In all of the news about the tragic aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we've seen images of the devastation, of the loss of life, and of the massive displacement of residents from the Gulf Coast Region.
In all of these stories, however, one crucial group has been left out, a group that is no less important to the cultural heritage of New Orleans than the cooks, the jazz musicians, and the artists. That's right.
But not just them. Werewolves, ghosts, goblins, and voodoo-cursed zombies were also driven from their homes by the thousands. In the 9th ward alone, over 300 crypts were destroyed or rendered unihabitable by mud and debris.
And this is to say nothing of the old, creepy, decrepit mansions and garrets located throughout town.
Please, just because of the social stigma attached to their lifestyle, let's not overlook these forgotten victims of Katrina. Call 1-800-6-UNDEAD, and make your contribution today. Help 6,000 year old Boris find the rundown, spooky manor house he needs to survive.
Thank you, and bless your hearts!