Not a poem: Graham Nash vs Christine McVie

As far as American/Anglo Rock Classics go (including all of North America - in this case Canada) I'd have to say Rumours is better than Deja Vu, just because Graham Nash's songs are considerably lamer than Christine McVie's songs. Well, at least Our House is lamer than You Make Loving Fun, which is downright tolerable compared to Our House and heck, better than the average pop song. Is Don't Stop equally as annoying as Teach Your Children? I hate saying this, because I hear Graham Nash is a really nice fellow. If Chicago (/ We Can Change The World) could just replace Our House, than Deja Vu would be an infinitely better album and possibly better than Rumours. I mean, gosh it's got that smoking Joni Mitchell cover, Almost Cut My Hair, Helpless, etc. Still, Rumours might win. Either way, I'd rather listen to  Pussy Cats than either of these albums. An American and his English hero, who was fighting to stay in the USA. Not to mention the heartbreaking bonus track outtake version of the cover of Save The Last Dance For Me. I danced & cried to this once. Not alone. That's not important. Harry's voice is -

The last thing I ever said, #1

If I got hit by
a bus and died right
now, the last thing I will
ever have said to another human being
was:
"Oh my god,
  What a cute baby."

Advice

How come the media has never used "Diet Nam" to refer to one of our lighter military entanglements?

I was watching a rerun

I was watching a rerun
of some happening show
thinking how good
you would look in that dress

If we had lost the Cold War

If we had lost the Cold War,
pickup truck commercials would be
exactly the same.

you never really know

you never really know
how someone else feels
until they feel nothing at all.

and even then
all you really know is it
just doesn’t matter.

Also, you are
under surveillance.

everything

everything is overstated

I want to intellectualize

I want to intellectualize
the diminishment of
my emotions
but that only
furthers the
condition.

The disillusionment of Mr. Cock & Balls

Mr. Cock & Balls

having exerted himself inside and rested beside

many a vagina

has grown weary.

He boards an endless connecting flight to nowhere.

Finally, he meets abroad.

A broad: who are you?

He: a man

Broad: seed me

{they breed}

{the child is a demonish clitoris}

The child: I need some licorice.

The parents { in unison } : how old fashioned!

The child: I am the king!!!

The world {revolts}

Tomorrow, the kingdom

{ curtains }

Use With Caution

Use With Caution - Highly Flammable

Use with abandon too