I AM...

I am Spam with cheese.
I wonder how to test the purity of peanut oil.
I hear ringing.
I see flying moose veal.
I want to leave.
I am Spam with cheese.

I pretend to be a yellow submarine.
I feel squishy.
I touch the iron twinkie.
I worry that the world will end tommorow and I won't get to drive the 
Oscar Meyer weiner.
I cry because a pink elephant is sitting on my teddy bear.
I am Spam with cheese.

I understand stuff.
I say that if Rush wants to be a big fat idiot, then he can darn well be 
a big fat idiot, no matter what Al says.
I dream about long movie plots that are confusing, strange, and hard to 
remember.
I hope I won't get stepped on.
I am Spam with Cheese.

     -- John Berry

Well ther it is. I'll send more soon!



Lloyd The Mantid -- Conqueror of Nothing
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"I am Spam with Cheese" -- John Berry
"If you really want to hurt your parents, and 
you don't have the nerve to be homosexual, The
least you can do is go into the arts."
  -- Kurt Vonnegut Jr, writer and genius

Icing of the Cake

A little bit of sugar,
A little bit of shine.
The filling of your cake,
Is tainted with lime.

It's only the beginning,
As some people say.
It's only the beginning,
Ending any other way.

Just the icing of the cake,
Beginning of the end.
Prancing around with hate,
Moonlight dancing with a friend.

Seeing evil roaming 'round,
Feasting on the passers-by.
Cooking amens in you're your mind,
Filling stomachs with fat lies.

Middle of the story,
Almost done, not quite through.
Middle of the story,
Broken hero, what to do?

Just the icing of the cake,
Halfway done, no one knew.
Go the distance with your hate,
Where were friends, enemies grew.

Death by numbers, death by pride,
Thought it all would go away.
Stood there watching, Death's a dying,
And my hope is a darkening ray.

Finished with my tale,
Dark gloomy day.
Finished with my tale,
Hero's dead, won't you stay?

Just the icing of the cake,
Friends I've never known.
Brooding on my hate,
And a funeral pyre is my home.

~By Troile Medlic~ 

Mad Man's Ranting


You say I am mad, 
Of that I am glad,
Since I would hate to be somebody sane.

We must make haste,
There is a chase,
For the man who is all too plain.

But there is nothing to gain,
Dancing in the rain,
On a midsummer night's eve.

We are taking too LONG,
To rise above WRONG,
So stop thinking or you won't believe.

By sHwaAa