The problems aren’t that complicated. The Seven Deadly sins are all at play. Dem Dems are losing cause they hesitated. The elephants are out there making hay–with morality that’s fake and so self serving. A finer mess could never be a dream. The constituents are always so unnerving. The stupidity will only make you scream. Yeah–stupid. Mind control is advertised with freedom. Freedom that should keep the light of day. The pope can sell commercials made for Christmas. All may  learn a song another way. Work it. The pattern of a string is very natural. The rules to follow often set it free. The kite its tied to makes the game quite leading. Simplicity of mind will let it be. Rupert likes to rhyme. Rousseau is a doggerel. Oris it Rupert likes doggerel and Rousseau is the rhyme.  the answer is…

The power that they wield can be subversive. The money that they earn it ain’t that much. Public service do have its just rewards. If you do it to be true to make it just. Rebellion happens when the rights are trampled–having air to breathe and a decent loaf of bread.  Rousseau barks when some doors go unopened.  Take away his food his tongue turns red. Communism is not even an option.  Pure Capitalism is pretty close to that. The masses still have dreams when they are sleeping.  It’s one percent that live a life that’s phat. The politician reaps the benefit of power.  Decisions that they make earns them cache.  Rewards are given to the few from the fewer.  It always seems the common people pay. Somewhere in the middle is the answer–a balance in the tipping of the scales. Freedom always leans toward the money. While symbiosis  tries to save the whales.  Rupert likes to rhyme.

TRASH day in the city and they gave us rules to follow.  Some do, some don’t some never will.  That means the rules are hollow.  The difference between a good idea and something that is trash.  One will benefit the few that take away some cash.  The other could be for all to view and still end up as swill.  Then there’s the thing of being GREEN–twas Kermit said it so. Now frogs are growing extra legs cause some people think they know–that things are going to happen and the APPOCOLisp will come.  Others are pretending that they still believe in some– God– gives them lots of power over mining religious–Hey.  Science is evolving and maybe one fine day– they’ll find God in a black hole recycled again on GAWBAGE DAY. Rupert likes to rhyme.

Sometimes we dilly dally or willy nilly too. There’s a time to roll with sally until the nuts turn blue. With all the crap they feed us the machine may fall apart. Then the only thing that you’ll do is sit there, drool and fart. Rupert like to rhyme.   Sit there?

He wasn’t wrapped too tight–according to the others. The others that could love him were some gods or maybe mothers. The music wasn’t there–it all was gone. That’s when he took some little pills and made the big pharmaceuticals happy. Still couldn’t pay his bills and became a little sappy. He crapped out in the street one morning after coffee. Rupert couldn’t rhyme that day.

He went to see a shrink and asked doc, how can you fix me.  The shrink said talk it out.  I guess that’s where it tricks me.  He spouted off his stories and had a grand ole time.  But it didn’t change the fact that Rupert couldn’t rhyme.  The absurdity of life and the irony of seeing  all the fairness and the strife of money.  If you have it you get more or otherwise you stay poor and Rupert couldn’t rhyme anymore. He dropped his pants down. No Rupert couldn’t rhyme no more.  He gave a shot in B’town.  There was a day when Rupert didn’t rhyme.  Rupert likes to rhyme.

Took a call on the telephone–from a cat in India. He told me that I owe money to the people that pay him in the good ole Used S A. I toll im to call da mouthpiece. He said that’s what he did. I said no not me it’s some Philippine guy and the name he uses is Syd. Sing said what’s your address. I askt him what is yours. He said the pollicy is not to do that. I said soolong kid. Rupert likes to rhyme.

Take me out to da ball game. I wanta drink some beer. Watch all da people in funny outfits. Baby I wish you were here. I hope I’ll find the automobile. I hope it’s not blocking the alley. Greenwood Garage should tow it in–cause I’m too stupid to care. If someone should have a heart attack. The ambulance will not make it through. Even though the mayor is black–doesn’t mean I can break the rules too. So take me out to the ball game. A spectator is who I am. We’ll annoy all the neighbors with the way that we act. Supposin it’s just that I’m lame. Rupert likes to rhyme.

Der’s questions bout da presiden’t birth certificate. I seent him so I know dat he was born. He’s more Almerican than those who just pontificate. Bout bad news bears and to der guns der sworn. He wants a better place for Allmericans. Health care is an issue that he chants. Da newsguys on da TB are da rich folk so dey make your mind up for you cause you can’t. You’re Allmerican. Rupert likes to rhyme.

It’s hard to get everything right; there’s way to much to do. When it’s community service there’s more than enough to chew. The 311 help number seems like a waste of time. The room is filled with laughter at the fools who spend their dime. Assuming that they cared a bit–about trash thrown in an alley–the rodents would go hungry but it piles up dilly dally. There’s simply no time to run around for other people’s trash unless perhaps it’s edible or the effort earns some cash. Rupert likes to rhyme.

NEWSUNIT JULY 22, 2009

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Rupert says, “Shoot with a Camera–Fight with a Pen—Tow with Greenwood”.
This page will be hand-dropped in every mail slot on the block—it concerns the Block. It is also sent out by e-mail and posted on the WEB.
The Unit South Durham, Inc. is STILL in the final stages of the purchase of 7 South Durham Street—the park and parking—WE BELIEVE THIS TO POSSIBLY BE TRUE—or not. The deal is yet to be finalized, thus individual dues are still being held onto for the purchase of the park and insurance. Personal out-of-pocket money from two represented homes and one responsible landlord are used for the upkeep of the park for now.
Steve, the foreman at the Saint Michael’s Project from Wolfe Street to the fence at the Pocket Park, has informed us along with a rep of BGE that the utility pole in the center rear of the park will be replaced. Steve was kind enough to let us know in advance so no panic would ensue when the wood chips fly. BGE will be trimming some of the trees with the canopy not being disturbed. We were told they will also be adding a section of fence to the hole the old utility pole will leave. The workers said flyers will be distributed prior to the beginning of work. Some parking may be infringed upon for a short period of time to give BGE access to the rear of the park.
On his neighborhood stroll a few weeks ago Councilman Kraft promised to do something about the holdup with the city in the form of a Quit Claim Deed. This will move the title search phase along. The city took the property over in the mid seventies and was to have turned over ownership to the homestead houses two years later. This apparently never happened. The dollar price for the park promised by Laurie Feinberg three years ago before we formed the non-profit, has turned into a dollar down with a five year $50,000 penalty? Mortgage? And so it goes.
Charlie Parrish from Greenwood Garage promised a restriping of the parking in the near future.
The Unit South Durham Homestead Houses, Inc. bylaws are available at the site listed at the top of the page. It is also necessary to keep the walkway clear in the park for the rest of the neighborhood; please do your part in asking the drug addicts and drunks to move along.
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