"Censorship" - defined ala Spark.

[Sparky Kronkite]

Censorship is......................

The silent symphony - of insecurtiy

That siren-like serenades..........

The ignorant - and uninformed

(definition over) (poem now - ha, got'ya)

Within The Wasp Factory -

As I whack into the much cut bark
Keeping my nostrils open for the smell of burning dog
I slightly squint through places of greenery
And take notice - the heretic's on the rack
The clouds - they roll in waves
And in this bloodshot dawn
As curry hot is repeating
I feel like a warm sweating rose

The sky then closes and in the stale tasting breeze
I look puzzledly toward the golden-slivered horizon
Peer deep into my purple head bag
And feel the sticky uncertain wind

(ta da!)

Here's a normal one -

Well I'm goin' to the Punkin Chunk
Cannon atop my flat-bed Ford
Hopin' for this year's braggin' rights
For launchin' the furthest gourd

Whether it's counter weights or rubber bands
Garage springs, pnuematic's or gas
Chunkin' punkin's across the sky
Is this fall season's biggest bash

Bring on out a cooler bull of brew
And join into the human stew
Just think of all the fun you'll have
Just watchin' those punkin's flew

Well I'm goin' to the Punkin Chunk
Cannon atop my flat-bed Ford
Hopin' for this year's braggin' rights
For launchin' the furthest gourd

An if'n I don't make it
I'll try again next year
Ain't gonna get into no big funk......

I'll tinker round with this here melon gun
And get "next year's" longest punkin chunk

(ta da, again!)

It's over......

 

[Guest]

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Don't much do'em any more.....

Couldn't say never again - but I could ensure that any experimentation this late in the game would go with much fore-thought and planning.

Tequila on occasion and two/three/four beers per day is fine for now. The Shebabe and the kids make up for all else.

 

[Silverlily]

Interesting, Sparky, but I think I'd rather have my censorship a la mode.