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the big lie

the thin blue line vs. godless bob

the thin blue line
vs.
godless bob
the chase!

they say he's got another plan,
that he's got me in his sights,
but think how much easier this all could be,
if he'd recognize free speech is my right.

there are cruisers, troopers and choppers overhead,
i can't see the forest for the trees,
you'd think i'm one of americas most wanted,
because they're waiting at the corner for me.

i'm sure the line now understands,
i'm one of a kind and nobody's clone,
still, i'll keep my eyes skyward and even though i can't see it,
i'm expecting a hit from a drone.

under cover of darkness,
i'll change my mo and only dress in black,
i'll sleep in the daytime and prowl in the nighttime,
just like my good ol' friend count drac.

if you're a betting man put your money on me,
because i'm the horse to pick,
the weapon i have they can never trump,
my will to 10-56.

they'll take to the streets in unmarked cars,
they love the thrill of the chase,
but so the line has fun, like hell i will run,
till i get tased and maced.

he's probably a good guy, this corporal paranoia,
but he's so tense and tight all the time,
he'll probably blow my fucking brains out,
if even i don't commit crime.

they've searched my place so many times,
they know it better than i,
and with 15 months of visiting me,
it's time to ask them why.

there's no guns, no weapons, or drugs in here,
there's not even a prostitute,
and that's not because i morally object,
i just don't have that much loot.

everyday it's with me twenty-four seven.
it's always right by my side,
if they get too close and i think i'm in danger,
i can always choose suicide.


these are natural rights provided all mankind,
basic value, principles, and dignity,
but what i've received from my howard county gov,
is nothing short of menacing. 

it's easy for me to stay out of sight,
because i always work alone,
i'd know when it is they're closing in,
if it weren't for that dog gone smartzone.

but, till they swoop down with another assault,
with another pointless sting,
i'll lay very low and keep to myself,
and for now i'll be ocean king.

it's happened before to a more honorable king,
who set out to dip his wick,
while not exactly the same, the fact still remains,
i'm our kings chappequiddick.

10-56 and 10-66 are police codes for suicide.
smartzone is communication system for hcpd.
ocean king is police phonetic spelling for ok.

metamorphosis


they'll tell you of what fun they had
to send my temperature rising,
what's more important is it clearly proves
humans are dehumanizing.

what makes them think to break my soul
would win them my allegiance?
cause in a perfect world they'd hang 'em high
for practicing malfeasance.

the abuse, they said, would strike me down,
but all that's served by this,
is the deepest rage to ever change a man,
and his metamorphosis.

protesting king ulmans malicious prosecution



i'm proposing a new holiday
like none other in our nation
to honor those who follow me
down fiery corridors to self immolation

a day to honor citizens
who's lives have been destroyed
by this wicked king who treats us
like we're just his private toys

for the lives that he has decimated
now a memory or bowl of dust
punished by royal edict
for saying what we must

the evils of our wicked king
too much for this summation
my only response left to him
my public self immolation

if you're wondering what it is that makes him tick
this ken who thinks he's king
it's raking in his slumlord profits
while his pockets go "ching ching"

he's had hundreds of opportunities
and at least twice as many days
the onus on me, as it should
to set myself ablaze

true it's not an easy path
but for me this is my calling
the time has come, in noble style, to end this life
no more begging this king, no more crawling

some of the press is spineless, like our king
and when it comes to tv stations
they'll crawl from the woodwork to broadcast live
my public self immolation

i stood my ground and i'm proud of that,
he couldn't make me cower,
but now that all is said and done,
i'll die at kens george howard

offer me no sympathy
shed no tears for me
i must complete this final act
for all the world to see

it's not that this is suicide,
cause i have special powers,
when my flames subside and smoke clears,
i'll walk unscathed from kens george howard

i've no desire to leave my remains
to science and education
i have a duty to destroy whats left
by public self immolation

they've never been around to help me much
and far as i know neither have you
i want my flesh obliterated
so you can't use it too

it's better than cable, better than netflix
so grab a seat and just be patient
my response to this kings malicious prosecution
is my public self immolation

i'd suggest that for our futures
and the generations we leave behind
put this skunk in jail for the rest of his life
please, if you'd be so kind

don't be so serious.
the powers that be like to say my poetry is actually a "to do" list.
if that's the case, why has nothing on my supposed
''to-do " list ever been "to-done?"

WHO'S GOING TO PROSECUTE THE KING?

CHILDHOODS END


i never thought i'd see the day
i was blindsided by the police
they've always been direct and upfront
making everything easy to see

but this order by the king to beat me down
by any means necessary
their sudden assault for political gain
has made me a little bit wary

they say that they like helping people
and i've always believed that true
but maybe i just don't qualify
cause i'm not in their book of who's who

it's not that i started out in life
with any focus on the police
but as a youth a cop lived next to me
and the kids thought that was pretty neat

it wasn't me who went looking for them
it was they who were looking for me
a very dark day in 1982
wanting to see who this madman might be

they busted my chops and gave a stern lecture
"you can't take the law into your hands
you have to call the emergency number
and turn it over to the trained policeman"

and then a time in '84
when crazy was still a little new
they said, "it's time to leave this alone,
you have better things to do"

then in '87, '92 and 2002
when i was straddling that black and white line
sometimes more helpful than medical professionals
they were an anchor for my drifting mind

there was never any hostility
and i was never treated bad
they said you're not exactly the criminal type
but you may be a little bit mad

idols fall and gods will tumble
they always fall from grace
when atop my shattered pedestal
i put the best of the human race

i'm much too old for these childhood ideals
and this one will never mend
i let down my guard and let them get close
i guess this is childhoods end

a salute to officer angel


there are bad apples in every profession
but in this one that carries the guns
they're sure and steady and ever ready
even the prepubescent one

i can sense the slow breath of death
out of sight, but still encroaching
with the face of an angel on this youngest cop ever
the hangman is now approaching

how sinister a thought, how sinister a ploy
you know i don't believe hell comes
this particular cop, comfortable and sure
my death, i now fully welcome

when it's all over, my flesh unfamiliar
and probably completely mangled
they took me by storm and i've surrendered my soul
to this cop who appears like an angel

i told you they're expert at what they do
and we need them fighting crime
catching muggers, murderers and rapist, too
not bloggers who blog in rhyme

at times like this it's certainly true
hazes and hues are confusing
that i'd so easily succumb to this kid with a gun
is privately kind of amusing

if you don't know, don't misunderstand
cause if you're a mugger, thugger or thief
i'm not an easy mark cause i'm walking towards you
your best bet's the other side of the street

i don't look ferocious, and i'm glad that's the case
and unlike you i don't carry heat,
but if you should cross me, i mean REALLY cross me
i'm the last bitch you'd ever want to meet

if you're one of those slugs, i'm better than you
and i don't respect the way that you live
but to those who are society's ideal
it's my life and my choice to give

i have something you don't, a very keen sense
a sense of the good side of men
but angel, i'm sure, is a warrior at core
he's killed and he'll kill again

if you think you'll get over
because of your own unique and particular kind of angle
i'm telling you this, don't make the mistake
of fucking with officer angel

i'm not going to complain, nor even explain
why this life has been majorly painful
but i'm ready for death, as long as it's mete
by the hands of officer angel

the emperor has no clothes

what's all this hostility
towards every living thing
perhaps it's because of the democrat
who seems to think he's king

could it be our wicked king
is still eager to strike a pose
now that all the voters can see
our emperor has no clothes


he seems to have his blinders on
he doesn't seem to hear
just look at what he's done to bob
as we start this year


he's called out the special forces
they've been ordered by the czar
to waste our funds and resources
to punish godless from afar

now godless holds in high regard
police officers
you see, they were there for godless bob
when things, one day, were worse


but why is it so necessary,
if i may be so bold,
to throw this blogger into jail
so the king can have his gold


it started with our forces
escorting "grass roots" in
it's happened many times before
and now it's happened once again

grass roots says that what they want
is to get bob what he needs
but they didn't say what the corporal wants
and he beats them till they bleed

"you're going to tell this godless bob,"
i think i heard him say,
"we're going to have to lock you up,
till you're feeling better some future day."

their smile, a blade, that's suddenly in
and twisting all around
they'll leave your soul a lifeless mess
your flesh a lifeless mound

as "helping" folks they're really lame
as everyone can see
they'll do exactly to you, too
just what they did to me

should "roots" come knocking at your door
pretending they're on your side
remember,
they're incapable of independent thought
so carry on with your suicide

they're muppets, puppets and marionettes
and i'm sorry for being so crass,
but everything they do and say is
because of the hand shoved up their ass

it's this wimpy character of grass roots folks
that really made the corporal burn,
"get out of my way, you do nothings,
step aside it's now MY turn"

they say it's a caring welfare call
but that's not really what they mean
they're looking for skimpy evidence
anything,
to break your fucking knees


the corporal said,
"if you don't mind
i'd like to check you out,
you just might know the martial arts,
you might turn us inside out"


now godless did as bob was told
but the corporal was high strung
treating bob like he was
some kind of a charlie manson

ken called out his private forces
but bob's an easy bust
pecking at his keyboard
and saying what he must

"i need to arrest this godless bob
no stone will go unturned,
but after searching high and low
there's nothing new we've learned"

the corporal said bob might be a cop killer
WOW - how fuzzy is HIS vision!
even ice tea, who wrote that before,
plays a cop now on MY television

a pat down here, handcuffs, shackles
a ball and chain, i think, too
and even though bob is quite caucasian
his skin is black and blue


ok officers, you win, i lose
my hat's off to the czar
but personally your time is better spent
chasing carjackers who carjack cars


they dragged bob out of his private home
shackled like a slave
they're only goal to silence bob
that's clearly what they crave

the boys in blue have captured me
do with me as you will
but really folks, for reclusive bob,
this is ken's harassment and overkill


but this is why they're unique training

is best to fight criminality
not for abusing vocal bloggers
who upsets the powers that be

in other words, let me say,
and i hope i don't get sued,

while this schmuck of a king,
wants to abuse bob from afar
the police have more honorable things to do


there's too much temptation for the powers that be
the czar, the king, ken ulman
to use police, not for fighting crime,
but to harass and abuse a blogger

the epitome of impotence the kind viagra cannot fix
the epitome of ignorance that comes from un-intelligence
the epitome of abuse some governments seem to think
a justifiable weapon to conceal their slumlord links
the epitome of schmuckery and of letting it all hang out
ken's seething contempt for the godless one, who continues to call him out
the epitome of gutlessness and of how it came to be
of this simple minded politician who lacks the gonads to face me
the epitome of this crooked king who favors profits over lives
the epitome of irresponsibility for ignoring tenants cries

he ignored this bob 2 years ago
he ignored all the others too
and now he wants to save his face
by killing you know who

i know it's been some time ago
when we learned about free speech
little did i realize that, one day, having it
could be such of a reach


while separation of church and state
is founded in our constitution
this mutual stroking of politicians and cops
needs an equally sound solution

my appeal is, simply, to the best
of the howard county pd
to use your exceptional talents for crime fighting
not for harassing lone bloggers, like me

just as there is no santa claus
and no easter bunny, too
just as there is no freedom for me
there's also no freedom for you

the king steps up to the cameras
adjusting his microphone
his words are highly polished
his words are perfectly honed

he puts on his official poker face
and says all he can say
"this godless bob says way too much,
this godless bob must pay"

"this freedom of speech we love so much
is such a ghastly thing,
but i've signed the law that gives that right
only to a king"


"he exposed my association
with slumlords, thugs and such,
he'll never see daylight again,
he knows just way too much"

"my dreams of higher office
are now thoroughly infected,
as long as godless bob's alive
i cannot be elected"

" but all this time and resources
on a blogger with no clout
and in my private moments,
i'm having a few doubts"


"this bob has cost me way too much
he'll get all he is due
but did i put an end to him,
or light the bloody fuse?"

" this pressure that i'm living with
because of all my woes,
godless bob has made you see,
this emperor has no clothes"

the corporal says i have no right
to issue a disclaimer,
still i want you folks to know,
my heart is actually tamer

so, now that i have let you see
this emperor has no clothes,
i'm preparing for my final bow,
i'm preparing for my close

lloyd and weber said this thing
about another guy
but king ulman has taken aim
"this godless bob must die"

no need to wonder where it is
no need to wonder why
king ulman has found his fame,
"because godless bob will die"


no need to wonder where it is
no need to wonder why
king ulman has found his fame,
"because godless bob will die"

i'll take some sips, some chips and dips,
and say my last goodbyes,
cause king ulman has won his game,
"this godless bob has died"

"punish this bob, this godless one
for doing all his talking
his life is spent, his life has run
he's now a dead man walking"

AN IMPOTENT CZAR OR AN IMPOTENT SCHMUCK-EITHER WAY WE WOULD DO BETTER WITH DONALD DUCK!



HOWARD COUNTY CZAR KENNETH ULMAN ORDERS HCPD TO ARREST AND CHARGE GODLESS BOB WITH 2 FELONIES AND 60 YEARS IN PRISON / $60,000 FINE FOR HIS POETRY AND POLITICAL COMMENTARY!

FOR THE HIGHEST RANKING ELECTED OFFICIAL, IN HOWARD COUNTY MARYLAND, TO WASTE SUCH VALUABLE TAXPAYER, LAW ENFORCEMENT AND COURT RESOURCES OF TIME AND MONEY TO PUNISH A SINGLE BLOGGER, WHO HAS NO MORE POWER THAN A SINGLE VOTE AND A FEW REGULAR VISITORS TO THIS SITE, IS A SIGN OF THE CZARS TRUE IMPOTENCE.

PERHAPS IF THE CZAR WERE TO DIRECT HCPD TO, INSTEAD OF CUFFING, SHACKLING AND DRAGGING LONE BLOGGERS, LIKE YOURS TRULY, OUT OF THEIR PRIVATE HOMES WHERE THEY BOTHER NOBODY, AND, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, DRAGGING SAME FROM A HOSPITAL STAY FOR EXERCISING A FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH, THERE MIGHT NOT BE SO MANY VIOLENT ASSAULTS ON CITIZENS TRYING TO ENJOY COLUMBIA'S "WALKER FRIENDLY" STREETS ALONG TWIN RIVERS ROAD, TURNABOUT LANE AND LITTLE PATUXENT PARKWAY!
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PEDESTRIANS ASSAULTED DAILY IN "WALKER FRIENDLY" HOWARD COUNTY MARYLAND.

HOW MANY HAVE BEEN ASSAULTED BY GODLESS BOB? ZERO!

NEVER HAS HAPPENED-NEVER WILL HAPPEN!

BUT CZAR ULMAN SEEMS TO THINK THE STREETS OF COLUMBIA ARE MUCH LESS TREACHEROUS WITH GODLESS BOB IN SHACKLES!

THE EPITOME OF IMPOTENCE!
THE EPITOME OF IGNORANCE!
THE EPITOME OF ABUSIVE GOVERNMENT!

On Turnabout Lane in the Harpers Forest Housing complex-
Three unknown suspects robbed and assaulted the victim and fled on foot toward Howard Community College.
http://spotcrime.com/crimealert/8486139-d630908021852cf47acef5d96a14a1e8
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WHAT A DISGRACE FOR ONE OF THE WEALTHIEST AND, SUPPOSEDLY, PROGRESSIVE COUNTIES IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

TYRANNY OF THE MAJORITY IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT JUST LOOK AT HOW UN-AMERICAN TYRANNY OF ONE SINGLE ABUSIVE ELECTED OFFICIAL LIKE WE HAVE IN THIS CZAR KENNETH ULMAN!

WHAT DO YOU SAY VOTERS?
ISN'T IMPOTENCE UGLY?
ISN'T IMPOTENCE IMPOTENT?


WHAT A GUTLESS SCHMUCK THIS CZAR ULMAN - WE DESERVE BETTER!

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the final cut

the final cut
written by roger waters-performed by pink floyd

two suns in the sunset

in my rear view mirror
the sun is going down

sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things
that we have left undone
and i suffer premonitions
confirm suspicions
of the holocaust to come

the rusty wire that holds the cork

that keeps the anger in
gives way and suddenly it's day again
the sun is in the east
even though the day is done
two suns in the sunset
could be the human race is run
like the moment when the brakes lock
and you slide towards the big truck
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear
and you'll never hear their voices
and you'll never hear their faces
you have no recourse to the law anymore
and as the windshield melts
and my tears evaporate
leaving only charcoal to defend
finally i understand the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
we were all equal
in the end

two suns in the sunset
the final cut
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