kindigo: (pimpmobile)
That Quiz meme. )

America, the Overview
(sung to the tune of America, the Beautiful.)

We've gun control, death penalty,
And too Roe vs. Wade
Religious sects, controversy,
Agendas flaming gay!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
With capitalism and patriotism, from sea to shining sea!

Oh breakdancing in gangster streets,
For rap, pop, and Country,
For rock'n'roll and hip-hop beats
For jazz and MTV!
America! America! May God get down, rock out;
We've got rhythm, so let's give 'em something to sing about!

For Mickey D's, for Taco Bell,
and youth obesity,
For freedom to sue them to hell
with law's impunity!
America! America! The world knows ev'ry flaw;
We get that stress from modern press: all of it's live and raw!

The telephone, and then, the car
Lightbulbs and TV
Computers and the Internet
Hell, electricity!
America! America's achievements are not few.
And next you're blamed, don't be ashamed, recall we've done good too!

For baseball games, for apple pies,
For gridlocked traffic lanes,
For weirdly mixed-up ancestries
We sing this great refrain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.

Yes, there is an extra verse. And yes, I know 'pies' doesn't rhyme with 'ancestries', at least not in a Midwestern accent. It's one of them, what d'ycall'em, visual rhymes. 'Symmetry' and 'eye' don't rhyme either but Blake got away with it.. *sulks*
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It's beginning to look a lot like Syphilis
Lyrics by [ profile] kindigo and [ profile] ethereal_vision, with apologies to Johnny Mathis and his original.

It's beginning to look a lot like Syphilis...
I'm about to snap.
Doc took a look at me and he said "How" many people did you bed?'
At first he thought that I had got the clap.
It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis!
Pain from ev'ry sore!
Not the prettiest sight to see and I think that it could be
I'm getting even more!

I've got a fever, sore throat, malaise, and gummas. My days
Of being sane have gone with hepatitis.
Tabes dorsalis, gen'ral paresis, all proof I can't inhance my species
And damn it all I've still got meningitis.
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait to hear 'bout my proctitis.

It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis...
I'm about to snap.
There's a fee for every test, and though I try my best
it hurts to take a crap.

It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis...
Soon the worst will start
'Cos it's all led straight to my head and soon I will be dead
Unless I get my ART*!

*Antiretroviral therapy.


Dec. 5th, 2006 06:14 pm
kindigo: (like ninja)
I'm trying not to fall asleep
But I'm in class and bored to tears.
Stayed up all night so I could keep
on reading about que--...slash.
I'm pulling poems out my ass
And writing things I know are trash
But if it's that or sleep in class-
...*rereads*....I should just crash. -_-°°
I feel my eyes start slipping shut
And then my sluggish heartbeat slows
"That's what I get for reading smut fanfiction,"
I think...before I doze...

Oh how I'd like to write some clever prose
Or post a kickass sonnet I've composed
But I'm not sure my clumsy meter flows
And I forget how sonnet rhyme scheme goes
(But I bet that Ry or Bonamy knows-
Not that they read my eljay, 'cos they're HOS.)
So now I draw my poem to a close
Before my abject lack of talent shows
And too before my muses come to blows-
Bad tunes or poems often cause their rows.
But I digress and also still impose.
I'd like to send out "Sorry" to the O:
No deeper meanings in my sonnet
Nor snazzy title to go on it.

I'll also here apologize to those
of you whose brains are in their dying throes
because the awful poems I've exposed
them to--have every single synapse froze.
But now you're safe from all your zombie woes!
Yay! Because I know that all you emos
Were worried- 'Zombies! Not my brain! O Noes!'
So now you're safe from foes who decompose,
Just you remember that it's you who owes--
There is a small request that I propose.
Your own bad poetry: do you suppose
that it can suck much worse than Kindigo's?
You only have to write your own!
'Cos otherwise my poem pwns.

It is again that time of year
it must be something in the snows
that sparks my bad!muse. See this here:
How little talent grows.

So be inspired, little minions!
If your muse on you bestows
inspirations few or billions--
Please comment and disclose!

In other news, a small tidbit:
Today is Sneak Like Ninja Day!
For all your ninja needs, here's this.
That's all I have to say.
kindigo: (Default)
CAPTAIN MULLET! He's alarming
Got a mullet You should take as warning
No one wants to Look like he does
Blue skin with green fuzz- and that spandex! You're radioactive, Captain Mullet!
Don't be his fashion peers, Whatever else you do;
The 80's were plenty On the first time through.
Then the early 90's Were much the same
So learn from Captain Mullet's Regretful fame
'Wear Mullets No More!'


As a side side note, I can now animate icons. So if you have any cool pics/ideas...


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