Poem for old People: It has been said that when we're dead we form the ground for those ahead but on the way there is a cure to live one's life as not manure.

Dance: In life it seems the same recourse to who be rider and who be horse yet in the treasure that we store is who is dancing on the floor.

God Poem: Thanks for it all and thanks a lot and thanks for all the things that's best forgot and thanks for kissing all this lot.

Work tomorrow, to be oppressed by the mindless neo-liberal imperialist elite...yet again. Still, the pay is quite good, and the work is okay..as long as you can bear the human burden of it, and the ridiculousness of it...then its okay...sometimes I still can. One of the great unsung virtues of mortality is that we really wont have to put up with this kind of shit forever. The iron collar of the Pyramid Slaves, the blue collar of Detroit, the white collar of 21st Century Surrender. Nothing changes except the colour of the collar. They make the collars in Pakistan now. They make them, but we wear them.

Workers Rights Poem In this place called Have To Be we will still stop for Smoke and Tea And as for Neo Liberals arisin' we will provide 'em a Fair and ...Just Horizon. We do not do this work for you it is done to put the Meat in Stew...with You.

Psychology Poem: By all the nature you are found and by all the nature you are bound

i think i still need a cat. Cheaper than an X Box...and you can always trade them in when you move up to the next social level in Melbourne. At this stage, all my friends have snow leopards, and jaguars. All that expense just for a little pussy.