Yep, Victor runs this page
here, finally
is some of his own stuff
in the Agit Prop mold:
This one was accepted by Pemmican Press, a great political poetry site, but they don't seem to be online since accepting the poem...I think it's a curse, and I wanna find out why Lord Voldemort hates me!
Breathing 9/11 On 9/11 I was at work did not see the planes hit but sure heard and felt them my whole world shook Later I was outside for an early lunch when the first building collapsed a white cloud raced towards me white death dust covered me The next day the government said we should all go back to work we were told the air is healthy the economy had to stay healthy too So I returned to work did my part for the economy but breathing was a mistake I’d have been okay if I hadn’t breathed Now I have lung cancer breathing is hard if I had breath I’d scream at the terrorists I voted for Now I buy medicine to stay alive costs me a lot but I’m keeping the economy healthy Victor Schwartzman Want a few more? Click "read more". You were (not) warned!
Saved From The Streets I was headed for juvie a few break and enters some stolen cars, one armed robbery the Army was my best way out before I ended on the street for good I enlisted as an Engineer got a $5000 bonus the recruiting sergeant was real nice he said I’d build roads in Iraq and I’d never have to kill nobody When I got to Iraq didn’t build no roads I was put on top of a humvee with a 50 caliber machine gun under the hot burning sun there were shadows An rpg blew up our humvee the round came out of nowhere and pierced the humvee armor then my body armor then me One soldier asked the Secretary of Defence why we had such lousy armor he said you go to war with what you have he resigned to the golf course I can’t play golf with no arms When I was wounded my pay was cut I live in a cheap little room it’s real clear I’m no longer needed politicians ignore me except for parades but hell they saved me from the street Victor Schwartzman I Will Never Grow Up I want to become an adult but will never grow up I’m a calf living in a cage whether less free than you is not moot I can not move just stand in a tiny pen until I’m big enough, tasty enough then one of you will kill me Don’t tell me you’re not selfish with your veal cutlets your calfskin boots your endless hungers yes, we all must eat to live some of us live to be eaten but so cruel?--don’t get me started on how you cook lobsters
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