A Mid-day Encounter with the Philistine

So, I wrote a poem, as an avenue to release an immense amount of anger. I usually don't show these to anyone, which is why no one knows that I write poetry. It isn’t necessarily one of my strengths, but I figure I would put it out there for people to see.

Anywho, enjoy.

 A Mid-day Encounter with the Philistine 
Not withstanding the moral judgment in your voice, 
I'd say your statement was more than off-point.
I am not a "Filthy Socialist" as you claim,
and who really is the dirtier between us? 
 
Your speaking, eloquent and asinine, 
did not change my mind, 
nor will I concede to your's,
rather, I am my own man. 

Woefully, I trudged along next to you,
ardently, you professed your knowledge,
scarcely, I acknowledged your existence,
rather, I decided you died many moons ago. 

I suppose you are still alive,
if only in body and being,
and certainly I can see you standing,
but what happened to your soul? 

Cannon Eyes.

So yeah, I made another Comic! I'm like a real person now! Don't yell at me, I'm experimenting with new formats. I can't draw, so this is going to be the style for awhile. Deal with it with some good old fashioned Palin Joe Six-Packs. I here they are pretty cheap, and hell, it gets you drunk.

What am I even talking about?

Nothing interesting otherwise happening in my life. Stay strong my fellow Americans.
As usual, unless you are a falcon, click on it to view it in its amazing full resolution. download it even. put it on a billboard.

Oh, yeah, this thing.

Sorry, with school starting and all, this definitely took the back seat.

Anywho, I've been writing a lot, and I plan on having a self published short story out by January 2009, based on my current idea, The Late Shift.

So, for any of those of you who care, I planned on giving you a little excerpt. 

I wake up the next morning and investigate my wounds. Surprisingly enough, there aren't any traces of them. Forget worrying about it, I need to brush my teeth. 
 We wake up every morning and polish the god given set of weapons we have in our mouth, and our society wonders why we kill each other. We are born with a mouthful of weapons, in this war of worlds, of world views, of ideologies, of anger.  
 I stalked my way through the room, looking for my work clothes. I gazed out into the bright sunrise. Everything seemed so beautiful, so serene. God must have envisioned the world like this, right before Adam and Eve screwed him over. Just goes to show you can't trust anyone, not even the people you create from the dust. 
  I walk out onto my balcony and perch myself over my car. I could honestly just jump right now. What do I have to fear? Losing my Job? Maybe I could make it in through the Moon roof, maybe make it to work a little sooner. 

So, again, its rough, but soon! Indeed it will be polished and it will be made fresh, much like the prince of bel air who shares such a likeness. 

On the other hand, much to many a person's dismay, I like this guy and the things he says: 

So yeah, check him out, because I like politics and such.

Anywho, I'll probably post something more interesting later on in the week, and mayhaps I'll have a comic soon, I have a pretty good working Idea that might be recieved better than my Ron Paul one. Mostly because this one actually makes sense to people other than me.

I wish I had something witty to say tonight, If I think of it I'll come back and type it up. For now I leave you to your devices.
Goodnight and Goodluck my fellow Americans.