I say, if we want to stop war crimes in Iraq... we should give somebody hungry a sandwich If we want to prevent the next bad war, we should give somebody weak and hungry a sandwich
so there it is the grisly halloween present we've wanted for so long: the evil and the horror, report after report, murder after murder, and even a civilian body-count
(on "live and let die," the hugely popular song by Paul McCartney) Tell me, do you REALLY want to "live and let die?" Because, see, I'm the one who dies I'm the junkie, the gay guy,
Way back then, it all made sense; my heart was sure and not on the fence The poem it rhymed the song was in tune, and the sun it smiled on early June Now it's gone and I don't know why;
setting: a small city in a forgotten corner of the imperial U.S.A. ____________________________ a little bleak on a summer day; now the wind is cold and the sky quite gray
