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		<title>The Real Fucking News</title>
		<link>http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/06/the-real-fucking-news/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 02:41:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eddie Mount</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[despair]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[A group demonstrating in front of the United Nations protesting the genocide in Darfur was set upon today by a group of angry New York shoppers eager to get into the Christmas spirit.  Disgruntled bargain hunter Christina Spencer angrily said, “I’m sick of this shit, Wal Mart  has a two hour special half priced sale [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="first-child "><span title="A" class="cap"><span>A</span></span> group demonstrating in front of the United Nations protesting the genocide in Darfur was set upon today by a group of angry New York shoppers eager to get into the Christmas spirit.  Disgruntled bargain hunter Christina Spencer angrily said, “I’m sick of this shit, Wal Mart  has a two hour special half priced sale which I will miss because of these pathetic fucks…  It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake. Hey we all have problems, this year alone I spent two thousand dollars on little Susie’s ballet lessons.”  To emphasize her peeve she kicked a young Darfurian Child in the head cracking it’s skull like a fucking eggplant.</p>
<p>Pentagon officials announced they fucked up again in their eight year pursuit of 911 mastermind Osama Bin Laden.  Award winning journalist Oddpoet revealed that Bid laden was not in North Waziristan but actually working as an animator for the Walt Disney Company.  When pressed Pentagon bigwig Gates admitted that Bin Laden penchant for changing one letter in his named befuddled the Pentagon’s brain thrust.  The plug wearing Gates said, “It’s really not our fault we were looking for Osama Bin Laden and he was working as Osama Ban Laden, You have to admire him, he is a crafty son of a bitch.”  The pentagon wunderkind went on to state that he believed Bin Laden had outside assistance and probably four or five foreign nations were involved in the nefarious scheme.  He urged all Americans to remain suspicious and terrified.</p>
<p>Scientist announced they had nothing really to announce.  They did say the quest of cures for children leukemia, cancer, aids, global warming were continuing at a snail’s pace.  “But on the bright side we discovered after intensive research that when you rip a lab rat’s ears off they make a really cool screeching sound.”</p>
<p>A group representing the “Real horror writers of America” urged a boycott of the phony Vampire movie “New Moon”  It’s an outrage, you have 13 year old chicks fingering their sludge pods over some cute vampire who don’t even suck blood.  What the fuck?  He predicted dire consequences on the continued fagification of American youths.  “Let’s face it a vampire is suppose to tear your throat out and they never fuck, sheeze”</p>
<p>The National Organization of Woman’s news conference announcing the group’s legislative initiatives urging the “castration of all males” was disrupted by the iconoclastic Oddpoet.  While overturning tables and tossing dildos at the “lesbian fucks”, Oddpoet announced his own agenda. He planned to “coldcock any chick who pisses him off” to demonstrate He turned and dropped a female reporter who got too close.  In the melee that followed Oddpoet was remonstrated by an associated who screamed, “she was not a lesbian Oddpoet, she was a pretty cool nymphomaniac who would fuck any man who looked her way or bought her a cup of coffee.” the never remorseful bard said, “Fuck the bitch, they’re all dykes in training”   As he was being led away to a waiting police wagon he urged all lesbians to continue making “Dyke flicks”, and that “he was still a sucker for girls going down on each other.”</p>
<p>In related news, Oddpoet planned to publish from prison his controversial annual Yuletide extravaganza, “very cool suicide letters.” The gang raped deviate stated that he had the “utmost respect for anyone who up and offed themselves.” The American Business alliance rejected the post and urged anyone in the depths of despair to hold off on killing themselves till after the holidays.  That “the consumer driven American economy needed every present bought and paid for by aforementioned emaciated American poverty stricken consumer, It’s no time to be selfish”</p>
<p>And every word of it is true…</p>
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		<title>Devil Wind</title>
		<link>http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/11/20/devil-wind/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:40:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eddie Mount</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[end of the world]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[musicians]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[plague]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The devil wind blew through town All cool and shit like a Sinatra tune Snapping fingers and jazz ass jive Saturnalia wildness on the street People wanting their share Of the cool Of smooth moves Of three car garages And trophy wives Drunken women With too much makeup Who laugh too hard And too easy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="first-child "><span title="T" class="cap"><span>T</span></span>he devil wind blew through town<br />
All cool and shit like a Sinatra tune<br />
Snapping fingers and jazz ass jive<br />
Saturnalia wildness on the street<br />
People wanting their share<br />
Of the cool<br />
Of smooth moves<br />
Of three car garages<br />
And trophy wives<br />
<br /></br><br />
Drunken women<br />
With too much makeup<br />
Who laugh too hard<br />
And too easy<br />
Forcing swollen feet<br />
Into glass slippers<br />
Needing the hum<br />
Of electric Princes<br />
Amped<br />
Promising kingdoms of plated fool’s gold<br />
<br /></br><br />
Everyone felt that cool breeze<br />
The fools became wise<br />
Spewing half remembered lies<br />
<br /></br><br />
The cigarette smoke haze played like heavenly mist.<br />
We all pretended our lives were real<br />
We danced in that clouds of nicotine<br />
To the syncopated beat of Devil Wind induced madness.<br />
<br /></br><br />
For some<br />
There was no passion in the script<br />
We couldn’t pretend anymore<br />
<br /></br><br />
The band never gave up pretending.<br />
Throwing trills our way.<br />
Wearing shades in the dead of night<br />
Always laughing at the joke we never got.<br />
<br /></br><br />
Our fake smiles hurt our faces<br />
<br /></br><br />
It was the plague<br />
Disguised as cool<br />
Death masked as glory<br />
The chill of the grave<br />
We began to die<br />
<br /></br><br />
Musicians were the first to go<br />
We had little time left<br />
We wanted to dance<br />
The plague was upon us<br />
We wanted to suck the marrow<br />
Out of Life’s bones.<br />
But there was no one left to play<br />
<br /></br><br />
The Devil Wind blew through town<br />
And man it was cold…</p>
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