In the City of New York The pigs grow huge They wear hundred dollar ties And pin stripe suits They never get slaughtered ‘Cause they own the joint They cook the books With PowerPoint
Oh yea, Bankers from Hell You heard me Bankers from Hell
In the City of New York The pigs are smart They put whole countries In their shopping cart They don’t have curly tails They use American Express And the way they treat us all is Priceless
Oh yeah, Bankers from Hell You heard me Bankers from Hell
They got banker’s names They play banker’s games They get bonused big To make bad loans They say they’re not members Of the Skull and Bones
Oh yea, Bankers from Hell Wearing pinstriped suits Tailored in Hell
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:23 pm
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Bay Area Nonsense Poem #1, by Charles Carreon
Charles is a quick brown fox, jumping over the lazy sunset, making eyes at the fries, Treating the Christmas maidens To ice cream and dried dreams, While the entertainment magazines Promote brand-new spastic machines That run wild in their butler uniforms All day, then settle down at night On their patios with cold cans Of Spaghettios, And never, ever touch the remote.
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:24 pm
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Bedtime Prayer, by Charles Carreon
Now I lay me Down To Sleep, I pray the Lord My soul To Keep. If dawn should catch me Once again, I pray I'll meet it With a friend. If sorrow makes it's bed with me I pray to meet it fearlessly; If solid earth should fall away I pray to find a grasp somewhere; And if this moment fades to stay, Leaving my name to dust among the voices of the living, I pray that I will yet Partake in the sacrament of giving.
(Summer, 1986)
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:25 pm
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Better Safe Than Sorry, by Charles Carreon
Well it was just the other day Went out on the runway It was time to catch the plane and I sure am glad to say That the witch doctor was right there Spilling blood all along the wing, I could practically see the wind gods Lifting us to the sky, Cause I'm a superstitious guy and you want to know why Because I don't know where I came from or where to go when I die, And if I can't find someone to take my money Then it's all gonna be so goddamn funny So kill the beasts Make the gods happy If they don't cheer up My life will be crappy And we have to eat dinner anyway So why not do it right after we pray And kill TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE!
SONG
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:29 pm
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Beware Software, by Charles Carreon
In Victorian times Lived a man named Babbage This song has nothing to do with cabbage
It's all about software That binds up your mind That digital monster That swallowed mankind
Beware, software It'll eat you up Bit by bit, Byte by byte Day and night, Beware, software For it has no soul And no goal, And soon, Neither will you
Babbage imagined programmed machines That performed as directed To a hundredth degree
Gates said "Make copies, But I own each one!" From Pac Man to Pokemon, A barrel of fun
Beware, software It'll eat you up Bit by bit, Byte by byte Day and night, Beware, software It's not getting tired Or feeling wired Which is more than we Can say for you
Now Frogger seems harmless Email's a must You might get a virus Or hit by a bus
Some Nigerian scammer Could make you his fool Or you could bet a prescription For a much bigger tool
Beware, software It'll eat you up Bit by bit, Byte by byte Day and night, Beware, software As you point and click Don't forget To save your work And exit normally
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:31 pm
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Big House, by Charles Carreon
All my friends are disappearing; I don't know where they go. The clouds thin out to nothing The waves dissolve on shore.
My suit is made of water Propped up with hollow stones, The sun floats somewhere in my head Wind thrums inside my bones.
Electromagnet frequencies Tie head to hand and toe, And circulation systems Are always on the go.
Hearing sounds, decoding symbols, Ordering the stew, Sensing's first, then making sense, Then sensing what is true.
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:32 pm
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Bitter and Bile, by Charles Carreon
Bitter and Bile Often would while The hours away together. Come rain or shine Their thoughts would entwine -- Irrelevant was the weather. Nothing disturbed them As much as a thought Unapproved by their mutual censor. So when new thoughts come up They just say "Shut up!" And for hours they feel so much better.
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:33 pm
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Blackmail, by Charles CarreonI
It wasn't so nice of you to blackmail me into loving you. You could have tried some other way you know I have a weakness for your type anyway. In your daddy's car I could always feel the bait and switch that made me twitch. Ah but you knew, you knew my secret and you couldn't help but use it against me. Naughty you.
POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:35 pm
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Boatman, by Charles Carreon
This autumn! Mild and warm, blustery, Day after day light and warmth prevail, carrying on beyond their time, Like lovers whose bond of ecstasy, Not breaking, becomes more exquisite with succeeding moments, Each one drawn out lightly as a thread of silk Unraveled from summer's cocoon. Like a boatman who finds a stream of clear blue sky Running through drifting islets of dark cumulus, And, skirting delicately those touches of frost That would stiffen oars and rudder, Averts the entrance of ice.
The prow parts delicately the floating mosaic Of leaves that overcover the stream, A stream so still as to seem directionless. Yet the boatman is rowing With gentle strokes upstream, His back to the mountain of ice.
Out from the stern spreads a wedge of ripples, and the oars with every stroke Leave twin vortices swirling with captured leaves, Whirling together, and unwinding into openness, Like compasses in search of the pole.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:36 pm
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Bookworm, by Charles Carreon
Bookworm, bookworm, Living in the ashes of your passions, look at me and blink your lashes Flip the page as I check the line Of your chin And counter your glance with a grin.