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PREDUDICE

I STOPPED BY YOUR HOUSE ONE DAY I WAS SHOCKED BY THE COMPASSION YOU LACK YOU SAID MEAN THINGS ABOUT YOUR NEIGHBOUR BECAUSE HIS SKIN IS BLACK BUT I SAW HIM CUT HIS HAND ONE DAY HIS BLOOD RAN RED LIKE YOURS AND MINE I'VE SEEN HIM PICK HIS CHILD UP AND LOVE IN HIS EYES DID SHINE

I WENT INTO YOUR STORE ONE DAY WHILE SHOPPING THERE I FOUND A YOUNG ITALIAN HAD BOUGHT SOME THINGS AND HE LAID HIS MONEY DOWN HE THANKED YOU AS HE LEFT YOUR SHOP AND AS YOU RUNG HIS MONEY UP I HEARD YOU WHISPER, "DIRTY WOP"

I SAW YOUR CHILD AT PLAY ONE DAY A YOUNG INDIAN BOY STOOD NEAR I HEARD YOUR CHILD SHOUT AT HIM WE DON'T WANT ANY SAVAGES HERE THE LITTLE BOY HUNG DOWN HIS HEAD AND VERY SADLY WALKED AWAY WHILE YOUR CHILD LAUGHED AND MOCKED HIM THEN WENT ON ABOUT HIS PLAY

SOMEDAY YOU'LL STAND AT HEAVEN'S GATE WAITING FOR ST. PETER TO LET YOU IN HOW WILL YOU FEEL IF HE WOULD SAY SORRY, I DON'T LIKE THE COLOUR OF YOUR SKIN AND THROUGH THE GATE YOU'LL SEE THEM ALL YOUR "NIGGER, SAVAGE AND WOP" AND ST. PETER POINTS HIS FINGER DOWN TO WHAT WILL BE YOUR LOT

HOW WILL YOU FEEL THEN MY FRIEND WHEN THE FIRES OF HELL BURN HOT AND YOU LOOK AT YOURSELF AND FIND NO SKIN AT ALL YOU'VE GOT

© 1959 Josephine Nadon

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I do believe the Lord above Created you for me to love He picked you from all the rest 'Cause he knew I'd love you the best

I had a heart and it was true But now it's gone from me to you So care for it as I have done For you have two and I have none

If I go to Heaven and your not there I'll wait for you by the Golden Stair If your not there by Judgement Day I'll know you went the other way

So I'll throw away my angel wings My golden halo and all those things And just to prove my love true I'll go to Hell to be with you

By Unknown

My Strongest Need

My need for you is strong. I think of you and my heart races, My body trembles, and my spirit soars. I try to fight the craving for you, But I know the cause is lost. I must have you again. I fear that the world will someday know About my weakness for you. I know that if I go to you For one more taste of you, My guilt will overcome me And a heavy penance will be paid. But my resolve weakens and crumbles. I go to you, I take you and hold you. The wonderful smell of you fills my senses. This is insane, why can't I resist you? I know that any other can have you If they but pay the price. But my need for you overwhelms me And I slowly strip you bare. My mouth aches for the taste of you. My tongue gently caresses you And the flavor of you fills my mouth. My body relaxes and my eyes close. The delicious sensation rushes through my body. Ahhhhhhh, chocolate.

By John A. Wilson

ODE TO "I'm Just Gettin' On For A Minute"

I got up this morning, but haven't yet dressed.
My dishes aren't done and my house is a mess.
Have not done my work, have not fed the cat
Just on for a second and popped in to "chat"

I used to watch TV...I used to cook Mex
I think I remember I used to have SEX!!
I used to walk upright, now roll on my chair
Tho it causes the neighbors and children to STARE.

I wanted to travel around on the Net,
Been too busy chatting to get on there yet.
I wanted to spreadsheet, word process or paint
But gettin' on with 'em is just what I ain't!

So much to learn and I wanted to, but
I'm too busy chatting and splittin' a gut.
"lisnin'...to people like NH and Cin,
Oh gawd, what a fix I have got myself in!

Then up pops a name on my neat buddy list
Think I'll go out and give HIS tail a twist!
And in comes an IM from some wierdo guy...
I cuss 'im, insult 'im, and tell him "bye bye"

Is there a 12 step, support group, or such?
For those of us folks who chat on too much?
If there was a group, I would like it just fine
Except that it would prob'ly be here online!

Are there therapists here? I think that I saw some....
It's got me, It's GOT me, It's power is AWESOME!
It's my new computer, I've had it one week
Now I look in the mirror and I see a "Geek"

or maybe a Geekess, but I see the signs
Please help me, Please help me get off line!!
Or better, please email a burger and fries,
'Cuz I'm staying ON here, at least 'til I DIES!!

© 1996, K. Weston

Friends Without Faces!

We sit and we type,and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder,what this possibly means
With our mouse we roam,through the rooms in a maze
Looking for somebody or something,so we sit in a daze

We chat with each other,we type all our woes
Small groups we form,and gang up on our foes
We wait for somebody,to type our name
We want recognition,but it is always the same

We give kisses and hugs,and sometimes we flirt
In PM's we chat deeply,and reveal why we hurt
We do form friendships,but-why we don't know
But some of these,will flourish and grow

Why is it on screen,we can be so bold
Telling our secrets,that have never been told
Why is it we share,the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see,as though we were blind

The answer is simple,it's clear as a bell
We all have our problems,and need someone to tell
We can't tell real people,but tell someone we must
So we turn to the "puter", and those we trust

Even though it's crazy,the truth still remains
They are "Friends without Faces" and odd little names

By Unknown

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