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This is a site to point out the idiocy of being an illegal.. standing, marching, "protesting" in the streets of America about not having any Constitutional Rights. Hey stupid!! You're not a citizen. Duh! The Constitution is for Americans. Who is it that is organizing these people? Who is it that is supporting this Sombrero from Outer Space Alien Invasion? Let's throw out the illegals. Let's fine and or jail those who hire them and take away jobs from Americans. Let's build the Fence! Now!!!

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Let us gather our back packs and tools Let us hone our intelligence and skills Let us not be the useful idiot fools That as they lay in their beds are killed Let us rise up with the sun Let us stalk the night with the moon Let us our good works get done For soon we will be singing the Swords bloody tune Neils 4:53 am 06/15/2011

Monday, July 23, 2007

You'll never know....

You'll never know

How much you've crushed my spirit
Dampened my will to go on
Now I just lay in bed and worry
Worry worry worry till the break of dawn

I don't eat much now-a-days
It seems I've lost my appetite
It's hard to get back up when
You've been beaten so badly in a fight

The damage I've suffered
Is to such a depth and extent
I may never ever ever recover
My strength and determination is spent

I feel like such a loser
After being so hardily slammed
I don't even know how it happened
I don't remember who I was or am

What an overwhelming force you are
What sharpness there is in your hunters eye
What perspective in your beguiling style
Please please don't tell any one

But now all I can do is cry

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You'll never know
You'll never know

How much you've crushed my spirit
Dampened my will to go on
Now I just lay in bed and worry
Worry worry worry till the break of dawn



Neils
5:20 pm
07/17/2007

written in response to something about my poetry being
as atrocious as my judgment when it came to my work
justly castigating Johnny (the persecuting prosecutor) Sutton.

but then another reader adroitly, dry wittedly
saitirically commented:

"Poor Neils,....crushed again and again..

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To which I, like genius and I
hung around in the same reading rooms
rather than the back alleys,streets and
under the bridges of this great expanse
that goes to make up our homeland;

Off handedly remarked:

Yeah sorta like a miracle in reverse
except for the coffee breaks

N…..again