1. for rapid response team this weekend..
“By some measures of economic performance, the United States has been in a recession since 1975”
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/editorial/outlook/5622455.html
33 years
Christ was a carpenter, lived to be thirty-three
I work in an office and I have a pHD
Now I’m not the son of God but sometimes I just don’t see
What’s wrong with me
Christ fed his disciples with bread and with fish
Don’t ask me out to dinner. I can’t afford a dish
Unless it’s made by chef boy ar dee
What’s wrong with me?
I’m two hundred thousand dollars in debt
Last week I was so poor I had to eat my pet
Next week I’m gonna have to sell the television set
What’s wrong with me?
All my life I’m feeling less than
Now I know it’s been recession
It’s not my fault
I’ll quit my second guessin’
All my life
it’s been recession
I can’t afford to live here no more
I don’t have enough money for my very own floor
Nevermiond the walls or the heat.
What’s wrong with me?
All my life I’m feeling less than
Now I know it’s been recession
It’s not my fault
I’ll quit my second guessin’
All my life
it’s been recession
2. this is something I just wrote for Flux Theatre Ensembles' Midsummer project. I got Puck who I once played in 8th grade. It turns out he's sort of a dick.
warning: explicit content.
PUCK
In the woods in the woods
We play in the woods
Where the wine runs like rivers
And all the sex is always good.
Where the dancing is delicious
And prancing all auspicious
It’s fine if you dine
With the wine and the bitches
Don’t sort it out too mortal
With your head like an ass
People make me chortle
Always rolling on the grass
First you loving that one
Then you’re loving that
Snap of my fingers
You be switching dick for twat
It’s systemical, chemical,
Polemical
It ain’t none of that
I find you hysterical
Your love is clerical, empirical
Not a miracle
Here one day
then whereitgo?
Don’t tell me about your love
“It’s true as can be”
Love’s not from above
Ain’t no destiny
Don’t mess with me
I can put my finger on it
Hell I’ll put in three
You’ll forget who you love
When you’re rubbing up with--
“Oh, Puck you so horny.”
All the elves and the faeries
Be staying up all night
Oberon says bend over
You say
iz this right?
You branded with Titania
But you’re standing in the clover
And if Oberon’s in the clover on you
Then you better bend right over.
And your lover
Where’s your lover
When your shins are in the grass?
He’s under someone other
With his dick in someone’s ass
Is he thinking bout you?
No, he’s thinking bout some lass
But listen up I’ll school you
And I don’t mean I’ll tool you
But if you’re hot from this lot
Hear me out, I’ll cool you
Your sucks and your fucks
are always in flux
Get your rocks off on cocks
Or your socks off with bucks
but you know where flux stops
It stops with Puck.
Puck Puck Puck
Get in the car.
Lord what fools these mortals are