My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

4.09.2006

empty spaces in cheese

i want my freedom to come to me
i want my cheese to be Swiss
i don't want to be the majority
i want to be in a fraternity

wanna work at a big box super store
like a twinkie with a side of cheese
can you hear the bitching the moaning
on and on till those cows get home
make a clone that is different
different but the just same
want to go to disneyland
don't want to leave my home

i want my culture to be foreign
i want my cheese to be Swiss
i don't want to be the majority
i want to be in a fraternity

fax myself up into heaven
stay high with the angels
wont want to come back down
nail me to you cross if you must
new martyr for your supper market wax
not a image for you mantel
not a idol for you dashboard
no a mr potato head
there will be no skin off my nose

i want my car to burn oil
i want my cheese to be Swiss
i don't want to be the majority
i want to be in a fraternity

sometimes i yell
sometimes i scream
make me be the pirate
make me sail the seas
just give me twenty six types of processed cheese
just give me twenty six types of processed cheese

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