Self analysis Parts I & III by Neil Chatterjee Part II by David Clark I. If you build onto a volcano, even a hundred thousand levels of skyscraper, theater, cinema, art museum, international airport, police station, neighborhood watch, and disaster relief service, will not be enough to make it a safe place to live, nor will it make it a cultured city. II. But if you build on the moon, no matter how much culture you create, you still won't be able to breathe. Unless you live in a bubble. III. and if you build on a poem, no matter how many verses you pen, your writing will still suck. Unless you happen not to. E poerty is the Bomb by Neil Chatterjee Free ascociative bits, e-mailed 'tween caffinated fits, decoded to mean , that life is a dream. E-poetry brings much aticipation I open it and meet mutilation; My head smells like pig snout- like a pipe bomb that blows your brains out - after my computer monitor blows out. After I die, they'll say with a sigh, with simplicity and aplomb: "he said e-poetry was the bomb!" E poerty is the Bomb by Neil Chatterjee censored by David Clark Free caffinated, decoded mean dream. Eery s mu t I pen mutilation; My me lik pig snout- lik pip bo that bos you rains out - a termite, they sigh, wit simpltan lob "he sat at hebo!" Poetry in General By David Clark So-and-so died last night. At first we thought it was a stroke but then the doctor performing the autopsy said he found something solid embedded in the General's brain. He took it out, opened it up, read it aloud. Bad poetry really does kill. Rapper By Neil Chatterjee Damn Elian Gonzales doesn't rhyme with either: Nine Millimeter or Fourty Ode to the Commode by Neil Chatterjee lingual idleness lead to error messages and mild electrical shocks. lick your palm pilot and see. unless your tounge is a hotsync cable. in that case you'll just update your address book. Stark Contrasts by Neil Chatterjee the girlfriend says Get up! the DJ says Get down! the doctor says Throw up! the street fighter says Throw down! the SOB says Shut Up! the OS says Shut Down! the mother says Dress Up the father says Dress Down the poem says Nothing at All.
