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  205.     

In The Car Lot

Taken from the Lyrics of 'In The Ghetto' by Elvis Presley
and rewritten to reflect the current state of GM and it's Dealerships.


In The Car Lot by Matt Matherne

As the snow flies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
Another new batch of cars arrives at the car lot
And he cries
'Cause if there's one thing that he don't need
It's another bunch of GM cars to sell on his car lot

People, don't you understand
The dealer needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry old man some day
Take a look at your new car,
Are we too blind to see,
Or do you simply turn your head and look the other way?

Well the world turns
And this hungry dealer with the runny nose
Stays at his desk as the cold wind blows at the car lot
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the car lot at night
And he learns how to cheat
And he learns how to steal in the car lot

Then one night in desperation
The old man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a Toyota, tries to run,
But he don't get far
And his salesmen cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry old man
Face down on the cement with a gun in his hand in the car lot
And as this once young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
Another load of GM cars at the car lot
And his salesmen cries
In the car lot
In the car lot
 
Matt Matherne

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  206.     

##29 (Vivekananda) A Study Tour of India

Starting from the North
Up to the tail end of the South,
Narendra took a study tour
Of different places all over.

He moved from Alwar
And arrived at Jaipur.
To study Sanskrit grammar
From the pundits there.

From Jaipur to Ajmer
He moved thereafter,
And saw the greatness
Of the past Muslim rules.

Against the wishes
Of a few orthodox Hindus,
He took his meals
With some Muslim officials.

From Ajmer he went
To Mount Abu and met
The Maharaja of Khetri
Who later became a devotee.

Maharaja asked for a boon
Of a male heir to the throne.
With the blessing of God,
The same Swamiji granted.

From Khetri he went
All the way to Gujarat
And then from there
He proceeded to Kathiawar.

He visited Ahmedabad,
From there next Junagad;
Then in the City of Porbandar,
As a guest of Prime Minister.

The learned Prime Minister
Was a great Sanskrit Scholar.
He told, “Swamiji, I’ve my fear,
None will appreciate you here.”

“Go to West where you’ll shine.
And you work also will shine.”
This coincided with his plan,
What he was feeling within.

Soon he moved to Baroda
And later arrived at Khandwa,
Here, to the City of Chicago
He had made a plan to go.

As a Parliament of Religions,
At Chicago, a congregation
Of various religious leaders
Was to be held later.

After visiting Mumbai.
Poona, Kolhapur, Swamiji
Arrived at Belgaum City.
Then went to Bangalore City.

Swamiji had a chance
To stay in the palace
Of Maharaja of Mysore
As a revered guest there.

He then went to Trivandrum
And next to Rameswaram
After touching Kanyakumari
In the final list of itinerary

At Rameswaram City
He met Bhaskara Setupati
The Raja of Ramnad,
Who became his friend.

Raja offered to help him
Financially at any time,
For his trip to America
As a representative of India
 
Rajaram Ramachandran

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  207.     

##36 (Vivekananda) The Visits On The Way

At the Colombo port,
The ship came to a halt.
There Swamiji visited monasteries
Of the Hinayana Buddhists

On the way to Singapore
The next halt of his tour,
He saw the descendants
Of their past Malay Pirates.

They were forced to seek
Suitable peaceful work,
With the change of time
Under modern defense system.

At the busy Hong Kong port
He saw in each floating craft,
One entire family lived
With their heavy loads.

Every mother had carried
O’er her back a small child,
With a piece of cloth tied,
While on boat they worked.

At Canton City, Swamiji
Visited a Buddhist Monastery,
Where he was given
A hearty warm reception.

In China and Japan temples,
He saw ancient manuscripts
Written in Bengali scripts,
As the handwork of Buddhists.

The ship crossed then
The deep Pacific Ocean,
And finally arrived at
The Vancouver Port.

He reached by train
The final destination,
Chicago, for the function
To be held there soon.

It was the meeting place
Of Parliament of Religions,
In which, he was one
To speak on Hindu Religion.

At Chicago, he was informed,
That the meeting was postponed,
He was not in the delegate list
And to register, it was too late.

In that unexpected situation,
Swamiji was left alone.
His purse became thin.
To care him, there was none.
 
Rajaram Ramachandran

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  208.     

SWEAT CORN.....THE OTHER GIRLS...AROUND...

THE KEY WORD IS
'HE IS CRAZY''

NOW IMAGINE...

A GIRL....
EVERY GIRL...YOU CAN POSSIBLY SEE
360 degres ALL AROUND....
SAY IT IN HER OWN WAY.....
AY! !
MAN! ! ...NOW WE ARE TALKING....

HUMANITY
SPEAKS UP...
AT ONCE
IN THE SAME TIME....

like 'WE ARE THE WORLD'....song


WE ARE UNITED....FOR THE WORSE....OF THE WORSE,
WE ARE NEW-YORK, CHICAGO, HUDSON RODGER, LOS-ANGLOS, UNITED....
for
THE WORSE OF THE WORSE....AND FOR THE BEST OF THE CAPITALISM....


CHINESE
MAA-LAY-ZEE-ZI-ZI YEN....
JA I AM JA.....I MEAN JAMEL...MEEL AND MELL....
PAN FOR PENCEL
PENS

PENSEY A MOI...IN FRENCH....FOR NON SPEAKERS...
THINK ABOUT ME...

JAPAN

AFRICA

NORTH POLE

SOUTH CHICAGO....BREZIL

AND CHILI
IS IN TROUBLE

AND NOBY IS HELPING

GREEDI

IE
DIE
YA

SOCK
YUR SO...OK....OOOK

AND EAT YOUR COO R PO...POOW...RE....SHINA CHANG...NEW OWNER....
 
Atef Ayadi

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