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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Poetry -- The Computer Report
Gomez	posted on 08-23-2001 @ 8:16 PM
Hanger-On Registered: Aug. 01	Here are a couple of poems that I found by Bill and Dave. Kicking Jesus in the Jimmie I've kicked Jesus in the jimmie And he's yet even cry. Now my life's changed in ways so strange And here's the reason why: I kicked Jesus in the jimmie. And, god, he did not winch Instead he forgave me and tried to save me, And almost had me convinced That I'm sinner, that I'm a fool Is not news to me or you. Forgive me father, aged sir, for I'm not pure. God, I know all too well what I do. Kicking Jesus in the jimmie I cut my wrist to spite my life But Jesus is cool and not a fool That'll come up with a knife. But I kicked god in the gonads And the guy did not even cowl. Instead, he kissed me, which really pissed me, And I wanted to howl That "I'm a sinner;" that "I'm a fool." It's not news to me or you. Forgive me father, aged sir, for I'm not pure God, I know all too well what I do. Yeah, there are those who'd Kick Christ in jimmie And swallow Lucifer's load when he explodes In a chanting rage of "gimme, gimme, gimme!" So if you kick Jesus in the jimmie Don't you feel so really blue You can bet Hade's head that what I've read Is Jesus'll forgive you too For being a sinner, for being a fool. That's not news to me or you. Forgive us father, aged sir, for we're not pure. God, we know all too well what we do. Violent Bamboo Narcisstic Belladonna in foxgloves, look lively! Jerusalem's Cherry laureled with Devil's Ivy Glide like shades of blacken'd Night And pass betwix beams of Luna's Light Diva East's mind, an oriental puzzle, Bound, gagg'd, and muzzl'd Tied to the gnarled tree of Nature's gallows And shot in vain with Sebastian's arrows. Evil's fruit watch'd by writhing snakes Polished to perfection by William Blake Given to Adam and pluck'd by Eve Lie lifeless & still 'neath a poison'd tree. Through the Garden's prattle The Violent Bamboo writhes Weary from battle. The moon moans & rattles As it scrapes across the gun-metal sky. Fairy light beyond the grove A lighthouse beacon in a Devil's Cove Betwix the Bamboo boughs that part To exposure thy thorny sarced heart. Windswept whispers from yonder grave Sit with me in the grotto's darkest enclave And converse in verses with the Dead below My lover, in life, of long ago. While through the Garden's prattle The Violent Bamboo writhes Weary from battle. The moon moans & rattles As it scrapes across the rusted sky.
IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death	posted on 08-23-2001 @ 8:18 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00	Take a box of humor, mail it to The Computer Report, then let's see if the poems are anything above shit. The narrator in Fight Club is the man we will be, Patrick Bateman in American Psycho is the man we want to be Eliza Dushku- Hotter Than Brittny
Fez The sky is blue	posted on 08-23-2001 @ 8:18 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Oct. 00	That brought a tear to my eye. Bravo! Encore! Encore! Encore! ENCORE! I'm still saved.... I am starting my very own group to combat the evil of this board. IM me at fezoanda if you are interested. The only requirement is that you be me.
Canweseeyourstuff	posted on 08-23-2001 @ 9:59 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	good-bye gomez http://photos.yahoo.com/canweseeyourstuff

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