He who knows nothing is closer to the truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.
I'm thinking this game should have risk squares where you lose certain things, like fingers. But if you know the pit bull then your risk is less steady. If you are the owner, it is more like a card is dealt out of nowhere that gives catastrophic mauling.Really, we have an advantage over nutters in one sense, in terms of safety. We see a pit bull and we know "this shit might be on". Those dingbats though have safety cards only to be unpredictably mauled.So, depending on the final form of the game, I think the pit nutters have a disadvantage to us, but the biggest disadvantage is to those that don't even know the game is being played.What's interesting is that risk taking and even social exchange can be modeled with a game of this set. Us and nutters would never agree upon the number of sides of the die that would result in a poodle being murdered. They would want to have to rule snake eyes 20 times for that supposedly low probability even to occur. We'd never agree on the game. It would be interesting though if they took the concept of the game and the applied to their pathology. My bet is that we could still figure out their bullshit and beat them every time within the confines of their little abstraction.
“Bloodlines”Everybody pit upEverybody pit upHey, hey, heyHey, hey, heyHey, hey, heyIf you can't hear what I'm trying to sayIf you can't read my Facebook pageMaybe I'm losing breathMaybe I'm close to deathMaybe I'm out of my mindEverybody pit up!OK this Cesar guy, tried to domesticate youBut you're a fighting dog, baby, it's in your natureJust let me liberate youHey, hey, heyYou don't need ped papersHey, hey, hey‘Cause God is not your makerAnd that's why books say “I’m a good dog”I know you want itI know you want itI know you want itYou're a “good dog”Can't let it get past meYour leash is plasticTalk about getting blasted!Look at these bloodlines!I know you want itI know you want itI know you want itBut you're a “good dog”The way you grab meMust wanna get nastyGo ahead, get at meEverybody pit upWhat do they make chains for?When pit dogs say “game on”What do we need crates for?You the gamest bitch in this place!I feel so luckyHey, hey, heyYou wanna thrill meHey, hey, heyWhat rhymes with thrill me?Hey, hey, hey
OMG LOL, awesome variation of Blurred Lines. The last part especially was hilarious :D
i had to google "blurred lines", good job packhorse.
Bitchen tune, Packhorse! It's a little hard to dance to, but itsure makes me wanna run, run, run! I give it a 98! (And I shouldn't of worn my Poodle skirt!)I know you all are too young to remember American Bandstand
But, seriously, excellent work, it creates a lot of almost suffocating tension, and the cadences are driving and point-on...are you a musician, any chance?
everytime sadfalada leaves a comment on an old blog post, i just want to republish the blog so it's sits at the top and draw attention to it.here's another poem
SadFalada:No, not a musician at all--just a person who spends a lot of time listening to the radio on the way to work. I've found that I can change a few words here and there and make the song about a totally different subject. The song above is a currently popular tune called "Blurred Lines," (don't know the artist, sorry.) Thank you for your awesome poetry! It truly adds some art and finesse to a grim subject.
Wanna see something creepy? http://m.youtube.com/index?&desktop_uri=%2F#/watch?v=XUKFLuhwe1w
Pit nutters love playing the Pitbullopoly game. Unfortunately, it's mostly people who don't want to play who are forced to play this game of blood and chance. Some innocent dog or neighbor is forced to play this bloody game.
We can't go back, this is the momentTonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s overSo we put hackles up, like our leashes can’t hold usLike our leashes can’t hold us-"Can't Hold Us" chrous
So I wonder what the game pieces would beIn the board game called Pittopoly:A Cocker Spaniel, since they are in fact meaner, A Chihuahua and a mouth foaming Weiner, A baby, a mail man, and a silvered break stick, And a severed finger cut off at the quick. Petey the pit bull, and of course, Buster Brown, and Cesar Milan, and Shorty, the clown. Good luck to you all, with the roll of the dice. Please remember, pit bulls don't always play nice.
my vote is for marabito's muzzled pie hole
Stepladder To Heaven Pit people, they know bout the dangers of ladders Cause they seen them, they sees what they can do and those that step where it says THIS IS NOT A STEP are ignoring a real big safety clue and down they may go, six feet, eight feet, twenty-five feet or eighty two And each rung, though they look nice and smoothed when improperly used, act like they are toothed A little known fact, but science offers us proofsThat ladders kill the unwary the fools, and the goofs.
lol. i doubt cindy marabito could grasp your poem on a very good day.
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