by Kevin Crosby
with contributions from Hitch Hiker
1/31/11
Do you wear a leash to work? I know many of you do as part of your uniform they call a suit, in colors like black and blue. With a noose wrapped tightly around your neck cutting off blood into your brain, it seems you sunk into the love of money which makes so many of you insane.
Once upon a time ago a hat came with the kit — a bowler, fedora, or whatever — it was the suits that saw them fit. Now when I was working at a high tech firm watching suits come and go after a crap, I never did once see them wash their hands when shaking them is matter of fact.
It really does disgust me this ever-flowing love of cash, the power tripping folks insulting us as Liberal when world peace is where it’s at. If you can actually understand this rant with that silk tied round your neck, then praise the lord bejeebus for all the social satire Simpsons cracks.
And curse society for want of females to don their clown-gear makeup, red lips, and big shoes. No wonder so many spend all their time primping before they hit the booze.
To schmooze they tell us to network plenty for it’s who we know not what’s in our head. They insist one has experience, but not too much or your résumé won’t be read.
Wake Up!
by Skews Me
7 July 2009
wake up, do something
if that something don’t exist
make it persist
I want my things to represent more than one way
readily transmuted from concept to pay
but alas! I’m a slacker
mr. Skews Me? you’re a hacker
so I bust bad guys
but not the daily flavor of the day
just the ancient ruins of humanity
roomed with a what the Hell prey?
teased too much and relentless
did it matter the cause?
one more day always shaded
jaded, berated and bashed
not abashed
adding ellipses of datums
and what not the course
if Scobie is born of cow
then what comes of horse?
Jesus said born of man
the books eluding to Morks
if it wasn’t for me and my peeps
you’d never know Dolly the sheep
brain implants your thing?
Last is first in the skew of schemes
Anyways, what’s my point?
I just want to educate and annoy
What comes naturally, awarded and enjoyed
OMG, turn it up, that’s ultra-rare Floyd!
Untitled
by Kevin Crosby
12 October 2009
Some of you like to write nothing
Others a text mess or two
Even a poem or a paper
Torn from the book checked who knows who
I like to write bits of nothing so much
Put together in freaky fun horror, grind the clutch
When society demands I am so out of touch
I’m disabled and frightened in debt of a crutch
What tomorrow may bring me springs eternally in bliss
But right now, totally serious, I’m absolute pissed
That the rats path this maze to the kitty cat’s daze
Follow this, that, or the other thing in a worshiping craze
It pays
Or does it?
Hell no!
What the f***?!
Wandering basket cases learning nothing in touch
