Home On the Strange

[carltonplace]

Ah, springtime. As I was walking with my dogs yesterday through my uptown neighborhood, I was stopped twice in less than two blocks with very similar sob stories from two very different grifters. I always politely refuse such folk simply because their tales of dads in hospital beds and moms stranded on highways, denials by churches, tornados, helicopters, lack of petrol, surplus of woe and clogging always makes my head spin. So to clear my head I changed the words to Home on The Range.

Help me finish it:

Oh Give me a home
Where the bums'l go roam
With their beer and their alcohol play
Where often is heard:
"I need gas money, word
and I only got two cents all day"

[TheArtist]

Whats bad is that they are doing that because it works. Apparently there are enough people out there who are ignorant enough to think its a good thing to do. When all they are really doing is enabling the "bum" to not get proper help,,, hurting them, and society, even more.

[waterboy]

Home...Home of the Strange,
Where the products of chemistry play...

The Boulder Plaza is your ground central. Out of state owners. There is your potential multi story infill project whose rehabilitation or implosion would have tremendous positive impact. Populated by a few honestly struggling people immersed in a seriously bad environment, surrounded by a lovely neighborhood.

[waterboy]

Where any young lad,
Can do well breaking bad,

[grahambino]

Give them a home
in a geodesic dome.
with a wine and malt liquor tray.
Where seldom is heard.
a comprehensible word.
and the cars have gas all day.

strange enough for ya?
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[booWorld]

"How often at night, when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed and asked, as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours."