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The Monkey Cage
by Jody Paulson

There's thousands of monkeys who live in a cage
Filled with anxiety, hunger and rage
The cage sits on top of a shelf in a lab
Where monkeys are fed all the food they can grab
Some monkeys, however, grab more than the rest
They've fought over food and proven the best
The weak monkeys starve, which then makes them weaker
The meek monkeys beg, which then makes them meeker
The big monkeys fight and they scratch and they kill
All over assurance that they get their fill

But things aren't as dim as on first glance they look:
At the edge of the cage there is a light nook
Where bright, daring monkeys imagine a way
To exit the prison which locks them away
It seems that this side of the cage might come loose --
But pushing with just these few monkey's no use!
Everybody must push! They must make them see!
If all monkeys push hard, then all monkeys are free!

They cried to the others, but they were drown out
By the yammering, clammoring and thrashing about
Of monkeys who jockey for status and mates
All caught up in jealousies, hungers and hates
And none of them heard what the bright monkeys said
It's hard to think free when you need to be fed

There were some, however, old ones in the back
Whose interest in life had begun to go slack
Who listened to all that the bright monkeys said
To which they replied: "Pooh-pooh, use your head!
"We're 'locked in a cage?' Well, that could be quite true,
"But if so, generations of us and you, too
"Were born here, lived here and died in the crowds
"So all of you take out your heads from the clouds!
"Things are as they must be, and always have been."
And with that things resumed at the back of the pen

The bright ones, however, did not lose their scope
And turned to the big monkey leaders in hope
"ALL monkeys must push? Not a chance in the world!"
said a white monkey, pained as his saga unfurled,
"The browns are at war with the black monkeys now
"And for US to help THEM our new pact won't allow ..."

"Do you honestly ask that we all push for free?
"Some slacker might push much less harder than me!
"Or worse, they'd be robbers who'd steal all our lunch
"That we'd all leave behind to go push with the bunch
"-- And further, I must say I don't think it's sage
"To be telling our monkeys they're 'locked in a cage'
"I don't see it as such -- monkeys have what they please!
"(As long as they're strong and can keep what they seize)"

"They're attacking our system! I'll bet its a plot!
"Call out the guards and start purging this lot!"
So the guard monkeys charged, adding more to the fray
Between black monkeys, white monkeys, brown monkeys, gray

The cage shook with violence, right close to the ledge
Of the high top shelf ... then over the edge
Those monkeys were silly, don't you agree?
Except when those monkeys
Are you
And are me
Rewritten song not a Poem 25.Jul.2002 12:49

Johannes Ikovit

A CEO's Lament

Corporate Redemption Song

O' workers yes they rob us
Sold out to the unionists
Minutes after they clocked in to work in our coal pits
But our hands are made strong by the hands of the almighty dollar
We will conquer this generation triumphantly
All we ever have is songs of free trade
Won't you help to sing these songs of Free Trade
Cause all we ever have
Corporate redemption songs, Corporate redemption songs
Emancipate profit from regulations slavery
None of ourselves commit these crimes
Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of Them can stop us this time
How long shall they kill our profits while we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
Now We've got to cook these books
Won't you help to sing, these songs of Free Trade
Cause all We ever have, Corporate redemption songs, Corporate redemption songs, Corporate Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from regulations slavery
None of ourselves commit these crimes
Have no fear for atomic energy Cause none of them can stop us this time
How long shall They kill our profits while we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
Now We've got to cook these books
Won't you help to sing, these songs of Free Trade
Cause all we ever have,
Corporate redemption songs, Corporate redemption songs, Corporate Redemption songs
All we ever have, Corporate redemption songs
These songs of Free Trade, songs of Free Trade

Music by: Bob Marley
Revised lyrics by: Johannes Ikovit

a contribution 25.Jul.2002 13:15

jeremiah@33

written as an original contribution to this poets corner post

facts are not the truth in myth
myth is the truth in facts

in the beginning
was the word
and the word was with god
and the word was god

for within us all
is a wave of being
that has no end
and has no beginning

you can't kill a world
that you love as yourself
but we severed the world
and stopped loving ourselves

we dismissed the word
for a thing called language
and named ourselves into
a pile of baggage

the wave was forgotten
as brain buried soul;
no mystery remains
where measurements rule

it was brain over heart
and language over word
that gave us permission
to plow under the world

cut down a tree and
you've cut down yourself
slaughter a cow -- you
cannibalize yourself

we are all one with
the trees and the cows
and that is the word
and that is our god

the god in ourselves is
the god in it all
and dividing it up was the
start of our fall

the only way out is not
back where we came
but inward 'til outward is
together again

rediscover the word
and forget all the language.
souls fly higher, happier
without all the baggage


I Knew This Day Was Coming 25.Jul.2002 13:18

David Ney/Shiitake Mushrooms shiitakemushroom@hotmail.com

Here is my contribution to the poetry corner:

I Knew This Day Was Coming
By: David Ney

I knew this day was coming
I could smell it in the air
More and more people
Are becoming aware
Of the history
Of this country
It's murderous
And imperialist
And now they've drawn a line
Between the faithful and the renegades
Because people can no longer deny
Their sick ways
Their interests
Protect big business

I knew this day was coming
In what form, I did'nt know
But I could feel it coming
History shows
That every empire
Is bound to retire
And then they die
Bye bye -
Amerika
Your days are numbered
Cuz all of your lies
Are being uncovered
You murderer
Genocidal slaughterer

I knew this day was coming
I could feel it in my heart
The movement is a threat to them
We're getting too smart
People seem to believe
That we have freedom of speech
But it ain't true
They lie to you
They always do their utmost
To stifle dissent
Using COINTELPRO
To moniter the movement
This ain't democracy
No we ain't free

I knew this day was coming
I can see it in the crowd
Of people on the picket lines
Shouting aloud
"We want say
In what happens in our community!"
Don't globalize
Democratize
Cuz we are free
To do what ever we want
As long as we
Don't criticize their plot
Cuz if you do
The cops will come for you (thought police) (TIPS)

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Michael Crenshaw, Spoken Word Artist 25.Jul.2002 16:35

Jim Lockhart

Had to repost, as I screwed up the link.
Michal Crenshaw, performing as one of the opening acts for John Trudell and Bad Dog, earlier this year at PSU