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This Poem was Submitted By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2004-06-01 12:53:18 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Bushes

patting the head of the country like your dad and mine before me an obedient dog but this dog doesn't lift a leg to any Bushes without steering rhetorical or without fear, don't you know the self-appointed 'owner' of said dog is not in a rush anyhow out of any bushes even so metaphorical I apologize now with my puppy eyes squatting over us, finger pointed we dogs can't even understand you but your tone is clear enough this is your prize and any way we have a Cheney around our neck him, we fear just the sight he's just so feral- like has been used like a birthright the junkyard dog all the town dogs jeer until he comes near- yikes! or we even hear he's around and we see his diamond collar studded with silver spikes we pace the fence of confused ground but you won't explain it to us in language we understand to think we picked YOU up from the pound even your neighbors don't like you but their dogs I like fine except Al that dork he's so crazy I wouldn't complain so much there George if you fed me something other than pork I wouldn't be so fat and happy- or should I call it lazy but you like it like that throw me a bone let me roam give me a place I can call home again

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Blatant enough for you? I dislike the meanness of this country in which I live, and the utter arrogance of it's leaders. I don't believe I am a dog, but yet I can't seem to get anyone to treat anybody I know any differently. Make the government smaller: www.downsizedc.org.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2004-07-02 14:14:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.08333
Reeg, Come awn, let us know how you really feel! Pussy! :) Were it not that i believe an omniscient, omnipotent God is in control of it all, and sometimes even wills the nightmares we dream and live in, I wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. In light of that need, some, like my Danish friend with the big brain and the hands of a surgeon, would say that my belief is a convenient projection. I need water, but water is not the less real for my need. Anyway . . . There is one bush you left out, I believe. But that may be another poem, one for my perverted mind. I like the birds that rose out of your bushes. I'd like to refer this poem to Turner to give him an example of how one can be political, make a political statement, and still make poetry. I shall back to my monastery. They have a voting machine there, which is causing many of the brothers some consternation. Mark

This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2004-06-23 14:06:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi, Regis Love it. .. but this dog doesn't lift a leg to any Bushes well, perhaps he should! This a little confusing as the intention [as least as I understand the purpose of the poem – would be better served if the dog did lift a leg[so to speak] without steering rhetorical or without fear, don't you know the self-appointed 'owner' of said dog is not in a Rush [if you cap that it will better evoke Limbaugh nightmares] anyhow out of any bushes even [-so] metaphorical [ones]/ I apologize now with my puppy eyes squatting over us, finger pointed [Great image!} we dogs can't even understand you but your tone is clear enough this is your prize and any way we have a Cheney around our neck [Oh! WONDERFUL] we fear just the sight he's just so feral- [yep] like [he] has been used [as] a birthright the junkyard dog all the town dogs jeer until he comes near- yikes! or we even hear he's around and we see his diamond collar studded with silver spikes we pace the fence of confused ground but you won't explain it to us in language we understand to think we picked YOU up from the pound well, really we didn’t he just fooled the other dog at the door.] even your neighbors don't like you but their dogs I like fine except Al that dork he's so crazy [Gore? He is?] I wouldn't complain so much there George if you fed me something other than pork I wouldn't be so fat and happy- or should I call it lazy but you like it like that throw me a bone like a joke of a tax cut?} let me roam [all of Irzq?} give me a place I can call home again I adore this piece Regis and not jut because it addresses concerns of my own.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Gerard A Geiger On Date: 2004-06-11 21:01:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.16667
Hi Regis; Good to use free verse to let out your hostility and vent your frustrations at not being able to control things you have no power to control. Gerard

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2004-06-11 16:33:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Regis, Your not alone. It's terrible whats happened in this bush era. you go man, go! thanks for having the guts...to say 'you don't like it'. I'd sign you're petition if you had one! dellena

This Poem was Critiqued By: Wayne R. Leach On Date: 2004-06-10 19:15:54
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
Reeg, clever metaphorical piece. Politically incorect, you know! If only we could downsize DC. If only some libertarians could find a niche, get their toe in the door, at least. Dreamer, aren't I? I liked the read. 'Nuff said. Score as you will. Peace. wrl

This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2004-06-01 14:03:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Regis–Very, Very controversial piece from helm to stern. Gorgeous satirical post, with an excellent caustic portrayal of our country’s sad political state of affairs. The selected list of targets/politicians are sarcastically and graphically depicted, and (IMO)rightly so. Although, maybe, not popular I too share the speaker’s sentiments. Thanks for this raw effort at keeping it real. TLW

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