Move it Mamita

"A hundred hours and a hundred days, I have worked these fields, for what? I make a dime and get some food with each and every cut... This land has been so good to me for that I love it with my life '..."

"Like nebulous clouds rising toward the ceiling, this packaged cure-all was passed around. Day in and day out, it floated toward the soul, "I can't live without it!" said one, "Oh I'll stop when I want..."

"I remember when she left me, sitting there that day. watching her sadly as she slowly drove away. I thought she'd be back shortly an hour at the most, but disappear she did- a lonely lovers gho..."

"pressure, papers,due at fivehours sitting,not alive...projects pounding,get them done-time's a-wasting,where's the sun?piling papers,gone so high-eight more hours,brain will fry...Rip me a new butthol..."

"Experience is the great provider, For poets one and all... living life will teach us, our one specific call... I haven't even lived yet, so what then do I write? how can I explain it- I have no writ..."

"There once was a man, stole a festering ham, complete with the liver. He washed it with soap got hopped up on coke, his soul departed thither...Figure this one out :P Written November 1st, 2001 © on..."