Sunday, September 7, 2008

Poetry

         Poetry: Untitled Work in Progress
       They say things are getting better. They're only getting worse.
       In no time you can predict the bubble's gonna burst.
       Oil prices are sky high.
        Will they come back down before the day I die? (tbc?)

       "Don't Eat Veal"
       If you're thinking of a meal
       Please think twice about eating veal.
       Poor calves, they get a raw deal.
        If you were treated that way how would you feel?

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