I’m off to do a little Wal-Martery, then catch a late-morning showing of The Hunger Games. See you when I return.
Meantime, here’s a cool challenge. The folks at Silver Circle Underground are giving away five Guy Fawkes masks over the next five weeks. This week’s contest: write rebel poetry.
Haiku? A sonnet? An ode? Or just your own version of the famous “Remember, remember …” verses. Have at it. Should be fun.

Here’s my entry:
An Ode To My Mosin Nagant
My Mosin Nagant comforts me,
I do not fear the PTB.
With ample ammo held in store,
I’ll never fear the kicked in door.
My mind is spoke without reserve
for deep within I have the nerve
to exercise my given right
for which I’ll always stand and fight.
So come and take it at your risk,
Resistance, it will be quite brisk.
Defend my home and family,
in that pursuit, quite fierce I’ll be.
So tread on me and poke the bear,
I think you’ll find I won’t fight fair,
for fairness has been too long lost;
we’ve been enslaved, at any cost.
So listen up, and warning heed,
I’ll not lament my righteous deed.
Within my rights is to defend
me and mine, right to the end.
I’ll die atop a pile of brass,
so ante up, or kiss my ass.
Hey, Craig Cavanaugh — That’s better than anything I’ve seen posted at their site. I’ll be rooting for you. 🙂
I love it, Craig!!!
Better to fight…
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