Neither RIGHT winged nor LEFTed; Tate is cutting off his wings altogether and while he may vote for the policies that will help further his own lifestyle, he feels rejected by his government and abhors their wanton disregard for life, liberty and the pursuit of PEACE. GODDAMN IT!

The Monkeys Fiddle

Once upon a time there was a great famine in the land, and Monkey could find no food. There were no bulbs, no beans, no insects, nor anything else to eat.

At last Monkey said to himself, "Why should I perish here with hunger? My uncle Orang-outang has enough and to spare; I shall go to him, and he will give me food and shelter."

So he set out and soon came to the place where Orang-outang lived. For a long time Monkey was happy in his new home, but by and by he heard that there was no longer a famine in his own land. Then he decided to go back.

Before he started, Orang-outang made him a present of a fiddle and of a bow and arrow,

"With this bow and arrow you can kill any animal," he said. "With this fiddle you can make anything dance until you bid it stop."

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Thanking his uncle for the presents, Monkey set out on his homeward journey. On the way he met Brother Wolf.

"What news, Brother Wolf?" asked Monkey.

When Wolf had told him the news, Monkey asked, "What have you been doing to-day?"

"Oh," said Wolf, "I have been following a deer all the morning, but I have been unable to get near enough to kill him. Now I am faint with hunger."

"I can help you," said Monkey. "I have a magic bow and arrow. Show me the deer, and I will bring him down."

When Wolf showed him the deer, Monkey fitted an arrow to the bow and took aim. Hardly had the arrow left the bow when the deer fell dead.

Monkey and Wolf sat down and had a good feast. As Wolf ate, he thought of the magic bow and arrow, and he planned to get them away from Monkey.

"First I will ask for them," he said to himself. {158} "If Monkey will not give them to me, I will use force."


When Wolf had finished eating, he said to Monkey, "Please give me the bow and arrow."

"I will not," said Monkey. "They were a present from my dear uncle; why should I give them to you?"

"Very well," said Wolf. "I am stronger than you, and I will take them by force."

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II

Wolf was just about to snatch the bow and arrow from Monkey when Jackal came along. Then Wolf thought of a new plan.

He called out to Jackal, "Help! help! Monkey has stolen my magic bow and arrow."

Jackal came running to them. Wolf told his side of the story, and Monkey told his.

"I cannot believe either of you," said Jackal. "Let us lay the question before the court. There Lion, Tiger, and the other animals will hear you both; perhaps they will be able to decide to whom the magic bow and arrow belong. But to keep you two from quarreling, I had better take care of the bow and arrow."

Monkey gave them to Jackal, and all three started off to court. When they arrived, there sat Lion on the throne. Seated around were the other animals of the jungle.

Monkey told his story first. Standing in front of the throne, he made a low bow and said, "The great famine, my lord, drove me out {160} of my country, and I had to take refuge with my uncle. When I started back home, he gave me this bow and arrow. Finding Wolf almost starving, I shot a deer for him. Instead of being grateful for the food, he tried to rob me of the bow and arrow. I am here to ask that you restore them to me."

"He does not tell the truth," cried Wolf.

Then Jackal said, "I believe that the bow and arrow belong to Wolf; he and Monkey were quarreling about them when I came along. They agreed to leave the question to you, King Lion. I know you will see that justice is done."

Wolf looked very innocent and said nothing.

King Lion rose and asked, "What say you? To whom do the bow and arrow belong?"

"To Wolf," they all cried.

"Stealing is a crime that must be punished," said King Lion. "What shall be done?"

"Let Monkey be hanged," they all cried.

Monkey still had his magic fiddle. Holding it in his hand, he made a deep bow and said: {161} "Give me leave to play a tune on my fiddle before I hang, O King."

Now, the beasts all loved a merry tune, and knowing that Monkey was a master player they called out, "Let him play."

III

Monkey placed the fiddle under his chin, drew the bow across the strings, and struck up "Cockcrow." This was a favorite tune with the court. At the first notes all nodded their heads in time to the music. As Monkey played on, the entire court began to dance.

Round and round they went like a whirlwind. Over and over, quicker and quicker sounded the tune of "Cockcrow." Faster and faster flew the dancers, until one after another fell to the ground worn out.

Monkey saw nothing of all this. With eyes closed and his head placed lovingly against the fiddle, he played on and on, keeping time with his foot.

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Wolf was the first one to cry out, "Please stop, Cousin Monkey. For pity's sake, stop."

But Monkey did not seem to hear him. Again and again sounded the magic notes of "Cockcrow."

King Lion had gone round and round with his young wife so many times that both were ready to drop. At last, as he passed Monkey, he roared, "Stop, ape! My whole kingdom is yours if you will only stop playing."

"I do not want it," said Monkey. "Make Wolf confess that he tried to steal my bow and arrow. Then I will stop playing."

"I confess! I confess!" panted Wolf, who was ready to fall to the ground.

"Good," cried King Lion, as the music stopped. "Monkey is innocent. Let him have his bow and arrow."

"Punish Wolf!" cried the animals.

So Wolf was soundly beaten and driven from the court. Then Monkey went off rejoicing, carrying with him his magic gifts.

—AFRICAN TALE.

If Pigs Could Fly

If pigs could fly the world would lie,
And call it cancer.
When pigeons die they bring the flies,
With lack of candor.
Wild geese do often chase
to find an answer.
Governments look, some notice took,
Of foreign slander.
But when they learn the ugly bird,
has a disorder,
The flu has got into your head,
Across the border.
And in the end the last guy left
Knows a black panther.
What the hell is this I speek?
What is this banter?
Simply put, I wrote a book,
Of all my anger.
On the move, with tongue and groove
I’m held together.
And when pigs fly horses will die,
And rot forever…

The stories i may tell you

- Dad's limerick - "There was a young Master named Tate, who's name it did seem chanced fate. For 'tis a child's game to make fun of a name. Thank goodness he wasn't named Bate."

-What is Wise? philosophically speaking, a baby must be wise, it knows what it wants and when and exactly how to get it, they live simple lives, have an uncanny judge of character and they never lie. a baby is wise; the world is just more perfect through those brand new eyes.

- August 16, 1987- the harmonic convergence occurs - a very spiritual day for religions the world over.


-August 16, 1988- A year before my birth, a Yogi/Palm Reader named Singh Modi, predicted my birth one year later. Some Buddhists believe that a soul chooses its parents before conception... wtf was i thinking?

- August 16, 1989- Ten minutes after i was born there was a full lunar eclipse and the moon turned blood red.


- When i was 5 my mom was using a hack saw to cut picture hanging wire. i told her it wouldn't work, saws weren't meant to cut wire. i went and got the wire clippers but she refused them. Right then the saw slipped and cut me across the eyebrow... Irony

- In third grade they called me Holy Kickin' Tater Tot, because i kicked the girl who called me Tater tot... not because she was witty and said it, but because she then told me a Tater-tot was a frozen ball of potato shreds.

-I'd rather make mistakes and learn to forgive, than have to tell my children that I never really lived...

-My '08 new years resolution was to quit smoking pot and cigarettes, its the first one I've ever kept.

-I know people who have stopped smoking crack just so they could afford Junction pizza.

de-evolution

I wake up lost, but find I'm peeing.
My bathroom sink is what's receiving.
My mirror man's glasses are gleaming.
Hidden; our eyes are sadly streaming.
Birth defects in a primordial being,
has turned an ape to what I'm seeing.

Click Clack

Clickity clickity clack,
my mommy just smoked crack,
I smelled it on her breath
and now shes cooking meth,
she used to be my hero,
now she shoots heroine,
so I sent her away to get sober,
now shes me hero again.

Fortuitously Nonsensical

Nonsensically,
an infinitesimally small ball,
rolls lazily down a long hall,
where a baby crawls.
Curious to know more about
this thing that so enthralls,
the baby, a little boy,
eats it one and all.

Fortuitously,
it is not a ball at all,
but a little world, like Whoville,
and down the baby's throat it falls.
Now Dr. Seuss may be appalled,
but I don't intend to call,
to apologize would be silly,
as I'm a fellow poet, Y'all...

Weapons of Mass Distraction:

The instruction for oral ingestion
of placebos as preemptive
and often oppressive action
taken by factional extremists
of perfection and dissatisfaction
to temporarily induce the suppression
of a misunderstood abundance of energy,
perceived as a form of insanity
and diagnosed by the equivocally mindless
minions of the medicinal manufacturers;

These foolish bamboozlers parading
their pseudo-cures not working,
using anger for grander convoluting
and having been accused extensively;
They deny the fact that in their act
of masquerading as pediatric practitioners,
they broker mostly freely, prescribing speed
for any of the illusions and delusional contusions
inherently preexisting and apparently resulting
in an aggravating persistence of negligence
when aiming at attaining a desired reaction.

Mom’s depressing wails, her insurance deceived,
This parent may perceive that distraction is disease.
That what causes the most severely flaky of us,
To act out or be mischievously devious,
Making use of your gullible naivety and neatness.
When in fact distraction is a consequence,
Of a racing brain’s embrace of abstractions;

The origin of which they encourage you to assume
to be from a malfunction or malformation consisting
of a once heretical yet clearly hereditary desistance
occurring in a domineering persistence
over those recessive, albeit superior, traits
during the extroverted consummation process
and replication of a parent's sequenced genetic acids.

Dummy! ADHD is just Evolution!

NOW and then

Drugs don't work on me like they used to.
And my friends don't fit me the way my shoes do.
In my wall of lies are a few I can see through.
So it’s just Me, Myself and I and these awful truths;
Which I slowly choose to dig up as if life were Blue's Clues.

Wisdom Is Simple

What is Wise?
a baby must be wise,
it knows what it wants and when and exactly how to get it,
they live simple lives,
have an uncanny judge of character and they never lie.
a baby is wise;
the world is just more perfect through those brand new eyes.