She broke out in a cold sweat
James Brown had something to do with it
Charley Patton had a wee part
Robert Johnson took the key
Son Seals broke the string
Muddy Waters stopped for a drink
Step in the same water once!
Drink in the same water twice
Chlorinated down at the sewer plant
Reeking through the North Nashville
Neighborhoods
Neighborhoods
Deadpan S               e
                  M   I   l 
S     m     I     l     e      A        m       I       l      e
Moonlight mile
The Stones bus broke down
Just moonlight mile out of town
I down in the ‘vertible to the crossroads
We got them terraplane blues news
To make love in the Mississippi sand
I am down on my knees
Begging her please
Open the Venus flytrap
Let me in
Crude and vulgar
Hoi polloi
Where are the frickin’ bees?
Have you seen the confounded bees?
Soon it will be hand-to-hand
Cross-pollination 
If it gets so bad imagine hand pollination 
Of 1,000,000,000 of acres
Be we back to agraria?
Where are the frickijn’ bees?
Have you seen the confounded bees?
Words bore too often the computer nerd heard herd
Where will the wind blow
In the seeds what kind of birds?
Flying across the Pacific
From Alaska to Hellespont
Cool fake
Cake bake
Who will pollinate the grain?
Must think of something 
Time running short
If one does not believe
In miracles
Do miracles happen despite?
Invida Minerva!
 

While I am fresh off the expressway
Where we earthlings are driving ourselves
Into oblivion
Remember, “YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE?”
We are driving ourselves to extinction
I say we have about four centuries under domes
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
The farmer comes to town
With his pickup broken down
Yeah, the farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you will only look and see 
I think that you will agree
That the farmer is the woman/man who feeds us all
The taxes on the farmer feeds us all
The farmer is the man/woman
The farmer is the woman/man
The farmer is the man/woman who feeds us all
BTW have you seen the bees?

Where will we be with out the corn?
Where will we be without the wheat?
And especially where will we be without the beans?
What if there were no more tofu?
But the bees, but the bees

Two words,

Bucky Fuller PH.d!
Geodesiac
Domes
Will save Rome

The person who designs and manafactures them to cover vast cities
Will be centillianaire

But my friends
In 1988
That was the largest number counted
Yeah, it’s a 1 with 600 zeros go ahead add 1

Think of all the air he/she/they will be able to buy
And bees do not forget the bees

I guess you remember the A’s
The wons who shoot the bees

What gives?
It’s that damn butterfly poem he writ
Jealous gods take zealous measures

Bucky Fuller is dead!
He designed the dome
Designed it
To save Rome

Oh my aching ache
Where r d b’s
Cut a new reCORD
Upstairs
Where the old folks
Are knocking at the floor
The guitars up to 11
Methinks I need a Spinal Tap
Rambling roanie
Eating bolognie
Corn dog heaven is
Corn dog haven
Are we the craven?
I used to be a Vegan
But first a regulation
Vegetarian
And then an ovo-vegetarian
And grew up a strict
Meat-eater
The vegan thing is good for the earth
But I done them one better
Don’t eat nothing
Cause everything is alive
Just be a breathterian
Then hang out at restaurants
To get your vitamins
Out of the grill and stove vents
What if we could be really synthetic?
Just a pill for growth
Something that
We would not violate the rights of vegetables?

The farmer is the man
Must we live….
How many centuries have we lived beyond our time?
To get down to the brass tacks
Or the nutshell
To the ethics of IT all

Guess what
I heard a woman on npr
SCREAMING AT GAYS
“GODHATESFAGGOTS!!”

How the hell would she know?
She cannot even prove god exists
I tell you we have poof that god exists!

I believe
Be there a god
That that god would love the haters
About as much as he loves the gays
Which, if the Jesus myth is true,
Would be quite a lot
And would probably
Even love the hater
As much as he loved 
The confounded murderous Nazi’s
To send his only begotten son
(which really starts the debate)
TO DIE FOR ONE’S SINS
THAN WE SHOULD DO OUR BEST
TO LOVE EVERYONE
EQUALLY AND TO THE BEST OF OUR ABILITIES
 THIS GRAY AREA APPEARS
IN THE MIND OF THE HATER
“WHY DON’T THEY LEAVE OUR KIDS ALONE?”
THEN AGAIN, WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAY?
(If you were fortunate to have one?)

the food thing
we (for better or worse)
are earth creatures
therefore we s**t
that is, make soil
and the earth grows
if there was a god
why would he leave
his proponents
a circular reason?
Thence, the divine-watchmaker
Is blah blah blah of course circular

And bugs why do we kill bugs?
What if it’s the same reason
God kills us?
We’re little him and hers and we’re pests!

And those jets where do we get off?
Paris? Or London? Athens?
New York City?
Bermuda
Triangle
The French have the words
And the savoir faire to handle that.

End Part 1

August 3rd, 1999
 

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