So what if marijuana is dope?
A number of us need it to cope
Ole Willie should have wait
Till he was in a legal state
Texas has not gone down that slippery slope
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Alice Masci Ode to my Food (to the tune of Bette Midler's song)
Did you ever know you were my dinner?
And everything I would like to eat
I can eat you and still get thinner
"Cuz you are the sauce beneath my wings
And everything I would like to eat
I can eat you and still get thinner
"Cuz you are the sauce beneath my wings
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Black English by Type A
"Ain't nobody can say where he at."
"Dem Ice Creams be smoov, man; dey phat."
"Dis bling bling be onyx."
I'm hooked on Ebonics:
Black English be cool. Dat be dat.
African American Vernacular English (AAVE), also known colloquially as Ebonics or Black English, is a dialect spoken primarily in the 'hood and is used extensively in rap music.
Translation of lines 1–3:
Nobody knows where he is.
Those athletic shoes are smooth (really good); they're cool.
This jewelry is made of onyx.
"Dem Ice Creams be smoov, man; dey phat."
"Dis bling bling be onyx."
I'm hooked on Ebonics:
Black English be cool. Dat be dat.
African American Vernacular English (AAVE), also known colloquially as Ebonics or Black English, is a dialect spoken primarily in the 'hood and is used extensively in rap music.
Translation of lines 1–3:
Nobody knows where he is.
Those athletic shoes are smooth (really good); they're cool.
This jewelry is made of onyx.
Monday, August 30, 2010
FAULTY DESIGNER by Gerald Bosacker
Perfection looms in God’s design,
yet I question the porcupine.
...
Fierce mosquitoes we sure don’t need,
and hungry fleas are mean to feed.
I don’t expect He’d plan for junk,
but then I wonder why the skunk.
Why did God build so many fools,
or did he lose construction rules.
Maybe God makes some boo boos too,
so he’s patient with me and you.
yet I question the porcupine.
...
Fierce mosquitoes we sure don’t need,
and hungry fleas are mean to feed.
I don’t expect He’d plan for junk,
but then I wonder why the skunk.
Why did God build so many fools,
or did he lose construction rules.
Maybe God makes some boo boos too,
so he’s patient with me and you.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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