Period Doubling Route to Chaos

It starts somewhere at x and moves to y,
Zigzagging like a random, fleeting z,
While in my heart it seems to multiply
And run away toward infinity.
It starts like some equation in a dream
That sums up all the things I feel in me-
This sky, this night, this moon-all somehow seem
To resonate in perfect symmetry.
This nightclub, where I come to spend my time
And contemplate the female form disrobed
Before the cheering throng of horny guys,
Where I still find a certain glimpse of hope-
A random spark that fuels my fantasy...
And when it's over, all the drunks return
To their dull and unfulfilling lives,
Yet in my mind and heart it twists and turns-
That random switch that's keeping me alive.

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You've Made Your Bed

You've made your bed, now go ahead and lie in it,
And I don't care if you changed the sheets,
For no linen can conceal your lying,
It's all about your destructive deeds.

It matters not - the one who sleeps beside you -
For in your linen there've been many more -
With no conscience or remorse to guide you -
You acted like it's nothing to deplore.

And I don't need your childish accusations
Or all the things you claim were done to you,
For there is no real justification
For treating others in the way you do.

So go on, put on your smile and makeup
And tell some others how great they are,
For you've always been a lovely faker,
While leaving others with long-lasting scars.

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Mary Had Six Little Lambs

Mary had six little lambs-
Six in all had she-
And they did some weird stuff
In their privacy.

Johnny chewed her underwear-
Such a naughty lamb-
While exposing his parts
On a video cam.

Tony was a film producer,
Shooting wild lamb chicks,
Posting them on internet
In some raunchy flicks.

Jim and Greg were real kinky-
All dressed up in drag-
There were recent centerforlds
In the Playlamb mag.

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Deborah, I Think You'll Understand

Deborah,
I think you'll understand what I mean
when at night I sleep on the surfaces of books
and dream of paper attics
Through the green mesh of your eyes
I see rooftops of innocence
and hills of joy

O how brilliant you are in the milky moon
O how tender is your walk through my eardrums

I collapse in my drunkenness
and watch the skies of wonder, O Deborah
I kiss the thin fabric of your lips
and journey through your hair

I'm lost, my love, in your negligee
of white horses and silky winds
Teach me the arithmetic of who you are
for I cannot add nor subtract your splendor

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How Do I Love Thee?

I love you more than all the bull
That you'd been telling me,
I love you more than all those guys
That you had shagged for free,
I love you more than love itself,
For it is just a word,
I love you more than kitty cats
And chirping little birds,
I love you more than hollow lines
Of Hallmark poetry,
I love you more than little faith
That you'd placed in me.

I love you more than all your lies
And your bisexual ways,
I love you more than all your art
That I've come to hate,
I love you more than puny geeks
That you've been living with,
I love you more for teaching me

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Laissez les bons temps rouler!

When death and suffering's around
And there is no one to call,
There's still a sign of life that's found
Within these silent streets and walls.

The government can screw the poor
But it can never kill their soul,
There is a spirit bright and pure -
Zydeco, Cajun and Creole.

You cannot kill the Crescent City
With contracts that would turn it all
Into a suburb looking pretty
With condos and big shopping malls.

Let them pour billions on construction
To ease the guilt of those who sold
The city's poor to face destruction
Exacted by Katrina's toll.

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I Had Felt You Skin to Skin

'No one here likes you,
Go away!
Get a clue!
Go back to your f*cking zoo
Or whatever it is you do'
-John Oszajca - I Hate You (My Friend)

I had felt you skin to skin
Through our days of love and hate
That had torn my heart within,
Leaving nothing on my plate.

I remember things I'd seen-
Your affection's noisy dream-
All the places where we'd been
Now are not what they had seemed.

So I cast this empty cup
Of the things that once felt right-

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No Military for Me

No military for me,
No tanks or guns,
Or army ranks -
To hell with it all -

No military for me,
No stupid generals
Deciding who lives
Or dies -

No young recruits
Blindly following
Orders to dropp
Bombs on children

No heroes, no trenches,
No waiting wives
Or crying mothers,

Nobody to fight for me

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Kentucky Girl

Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.

In your bourbon smile I can see
Grassy hills just as free as you-
Come, my darling, won't you sit with me-
We'll have a beer or two.

In that hair that shines like the sun,
Freckled skin and untamed, sparkling eyes
I can see the Kentucky sky
And the valleys where the horses run wild.

I remember when I was a child
And the wind would embrace my face,
I'd smile like you smile tonight,
Thinking this is the time and place.

As I stand here at a local saloon,
The same child is awake in me-

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Command of the Language

I have the command of the language
When it comes to frisky sex and
Mathematics,
For I adore every conic section
Of your perfectly proportioned
Surface area-
From your sumptuous cones
To your magnificent ellipses,
And the congruent circles
Of your areolas-
Hidden by the hyperbolic veneer
Of your bra and your symmetric
G-string,

Don't get me wrong, for I've
Studied the subtle dimensions
Of your curvature,
And went off on many a tangent,
Deriving your continuous
Sexual functions,

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