From the Halls of Montezuma

no tears now the golden rule
Mom walks off leaves me at school
five years old ahead half full
summer's gone around the pool

smart legs crossed her mind so quick
reading writing arithmetic
that's my teacher's three-leg stool
three legs stand don't sit down fool

raise the flag on Mars with pride
give your mom a rocket ride
load this box with US tools
blast off astronauts from schools

parent-teacher-master plan
maniacs surround Ringo
just say no! 'you're liberal, man'
i say yes, you say no

ten years after three R's rock
Viet Nam around the clock
four R's five let's rock and roll
we for whom the big bells toll

nervously their footholds grow
yellow foot prints two boots go
next stop boys the barber shop
hair's for hippies shave that mop

eighteen years and eighteen weeks
God your parents TV geeks
teachers taught you all you knew
now you're mine - the chosen few

marching my men mean machines
astronauts aren't weak Marines
spread this war paint be a spook
aim this rifle at that gook

rest it on your three-leg stool
elbows chin then squeeze don't pull
squeeze that trigger when you're calm
blow damn gooks to kingdom come

no tears now the golden rule
momma took you boys to school
years ago your heads grew full
summers gone around the pool
©2012 GaryOttoson

Pic credit : wired.com

Charlotte's Mules Jewels and Binoculars

Whose money to employ? Whose future in your hands?
Whose growing girls and boys and Whose loved ones?
Whose peace is lost or found Stumbling as it stands
your trigger finger touching carnal weapons

Wisely we think straight about our own doublemindedness,
rule our crooked bent on every muddy county road
We're known to go to Hell for flip flopping on duplicitousness
Too altogether lovely once this small world to explode

O, the title Mr. Prez isn't powerful man
Power is alive Far above and below us
A singlemindedness Authority with God who can
or equally conspire without him The Diabolos

Is it man who takes the title? Don't confuse this
Totalitarian education must've Baby he must have
Through your state of mind who are you Being friends with
The few just rich enough to make the first family laugh?

Whose money to employ? Whose future in your hands?
Whose growing girls and boys and Whose loved ones?
Whose peace is lost or found Stumbling as it stands
your trigger finger touching lethal weapons..
©2012 GaryOttoson

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Q: jpond - 12-21-2004: What about "jewels and binoculars" - what do you think that's all about.. what does it mean?

A: montresor - 12-21-2004: Well.. go to the museum, you will see.. signs of material wealth (jewels).. hanging.. binoculars.. where infinity goes up on trial.. common people.. merely observing..