Grants Pass wasting our money again

[Wonky3]

Now that's the spirit. 

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
 
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of anywhere.

Don't really like poetry that does not rhyme.

Many don't. 

Ogden Nash who said:
Candy is dandy 
But liquor is quicker

May be your guy. On the other hand our United States of America poet Laureate doesn't feel it necessary to rhyme at least some of this stuff: But, it's all about individual taste I guess. 

Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings

for Charles Fishman
Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,
yes, it is that easy, a poem, imagine me telling you this,
instead of going day by day against the razors, well,
the judgments, all the tick-tock bronze, a leather jacket
sizing you up, the fashion mall, for example, from
the outside you think you are being entertained,
when you enter, things change, you get caught by surprise,
your mouth goes sour, you get thirsty, your legs grow cold
standing still in the middle of a storm, a poem, of course,
is always open for business too, except, as you can see,
it isn't exactly business that pulls your spirit into
the alarming waters, there you can bathe, you can play,
you can even join in on the gossip—the mist, that is,
the mist becomes central to your existence.
Excerpted from Half of the World in Light: New and Selected Poems by Juan Felipe Herrera. Copyright 2008 Juan Felipe Herrera.

[tvguy]

Now that's the spirit. 

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
 
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of anywhere. Bakersfield

Don't really like poetry that does not rhyme.

Now it does, don't any of you pussy hippies know a great country song when you hear one

[Cuzz]

Now that's the spirit. 

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
 
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of anywhere.

Don't really like poetry that does not rhyme.

Many don't. 

Ogden Nash who said:
Candy is dandy 
But liquor is quicker

May be your guy. On the other hand our United States of America poet Laureate doesn't feel it necessary to rhyme at least some of this stuff: But, it's all about individual taste I guess. 

Let Me Tell You What a Poem Brings

for Charles Fishman
Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,
yes, it is that easy, a poem, imagine me telling you this,
instead of going day by day against the razors, well,
the judgments, all the tick-tock bronze, a leather jacket
sizing you up, the fashion mall, for example, from
the outside you think you are being entertained,
when you enter, things change, you get caught by surprise,
your mouth goes sour, you get thirsty, your legs grow cold
standing still in the middle of a storm, a poem, of course,
is always open for business too, except, as you can see,
it isn't exactly business that pulls your spirit into
the alarming waters, there you can bathe, you can play,
you can even join in on the gossip—the mist, that is,
the mist becomes central to your existence.
Excerpted from Half of the World in Light: New and Selected Poems by Juan Felipe Herrera. Copyright 2008 Juan Felipe Herrera.

Now that is one hell of a sentence... Bully.

[Valuesize]

Now that's the spirit. 

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
 
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of anywhere.

Don't really like poetry that does not rhyme.

It's a Dwight Yoakam song.

[tvguy]

Now that's the spirit. 

I came here looking for something

I couldn't find anywhere else
Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody
I just want a chance to be myself
 
Hey you don't know me but you don't like me
You say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judge me
Have ever walked the streets of anywhere.  Bakersfield

Don't really like poetry that does not rhyme.

It's a Dwight Yoakam song.

Good for you. The hippies wouldn't know that