Jive

Jive the parrot.
Jive the parrot was getting cold, he and his friends yelled to the old.
The gray haired krisna ran outside, to take the birds inside.
But as mishap had it that day, the parrot flew away.
The sun had begun to set, and shadows began to hug the ground.
Old robed one set the party afoot to find the parrot Jive.
Jive, Jive, Jive!!!!
The party looked high and low, and farther and closer.
But as the hour passed, no bird was found intact.
The youth who looked on the watch, soon found the time had come to leave the darkened place.
The krisna nun, muttered to herself, "None of us shall sleep tonight", as the parrot "Jive" was lost.
The youth left.

I am tired of the marines!

The marines keep sending me crap mail. They want me to join their ranks. They want me to assist in killing other human beings over differences of opinion.
I find war repulsive, and the thought of being a soldier, sickening.

I met a man at a hot springs that i went to the other day, who had dodged the vietnam draft. He is a smart man. He went to canada. He found that the canadian were very supportive of draft dodgers.

The marines sent me a silky book cover, how nice. I was going to throw it away, but burning may be kinda fun.