Warden

I’ve heard enough of your hopeless messages crushing
My cheer and my heart, blushing
Declaring that it’s one’s own fault alone
Shows me your hate in your tone
For I cannot steal from myself
So it isn’t my fault, you big ELF!
You simply don’t want any responsibility
Which would mean you care – I say accurately
There are some things on your part
But you turned yourself to cut a fart
And pretend to my face it don’t smell
But it does and it reeks high of hell!
At least God has me in his graces
And I’ll no longer see your faces
Of indignity and shame, your scorn
Making all of us wish we weren’t born!
Jesus he knows me and he knows I’m right
That’s why I can raise my voice with might
Although you can kick me out
I’m really still there, and here, no doubt!
Your attitude I don’t need
Got my own ego to feed
And it’s confidence and pride
You can’t deteriorate my hide

Taking over the guided care
Where Mom left off with a scare
Now I talk to inner child
And I comfort when defiled
And I am worth much more than you say
I will talk to you any old way
Since it is my American right
I will never hold my head down, fight!
It’s up and I can’t apologize if it’s bold!
Forever and a day I’ve been doing what I’m told
So you’d better take your game and fold
There’s nothing left to mold – it’s FORMED!
Now I’m kicking YOU out of my life
Because you bring nothing, nothing but strife
If you can’t help, then step off
And if this is mean, then FUCK OFF!

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Here We Go Another Round

Here We Go Another Round

Here we go another round
To care for the love we’ve found
Whether person, place, or thing
Running rampant – Ding-A-Ling!
Once again we’re getting up
To fill up our empty cup
Of life we know so well
And our oatmeal soon will swell
Dirty clothes & Dirty dish
Are not all of what we wish
But maintaining all of that
Leaves us lonely Puddy Tat
Interaction can impede
Then vibrations – a stampede
Trampling all that we compete
Is it victory or defeat?
Yet alarms are going off
As we turn our heads to cough
Can’t hit snooze or else we lose
And we won’t afford our booze
We disturb our awesome dream
With a twinkle and a gleam
That we practice in the mirror
And we can’t avoid the terror
Then we hop right out of bed
Nevermind our aching head
And we drink that brown bean potion
Nevermind the suntan lotion
Off to hit it once again
In our cars the highway ends
Ride the bus to save expense
Traffic does become intense
If we finally can relax
It is minimum, not max
Simple joys and simple sun
What we cherish on the run
America’s a work-a-holic
And our bosses say they’re ‘on it’
But they really take their time
While demanding all of mine
Now to combat this insanity
I forgot most of my vanity
To walk homeless on the street
Looking for some food to eat
It’s a picnic and a feast
To be carrying the least
But I’ll go another round
With my blood pumping profound
Won’t explain myself again
Since it leaves me at wit’s end
Let’s just say I’m on vacation
From the mania-crazed nation.

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I’m Bored of the World Cup

I’m bored of the world cup
Since in it there’s no sup
Per capita and gain
Is all there is remain
I’m bored with top-of-the-line
Which really is a line
And a sinker one at that
Leaves you broke ten seconds flat
I’m bored with new and improved
And I dare not make a move
Towards tummy tucks and silicone
Valley’s smoothe though I am torn
I’m bored with five-star places
As they do not care the faces
Of the ordinary folk
Repeat business is their hook
I’m bored with dressing up
For success, it is a SUCK
And I cannot be myself
Putting heart up on a shelf
I’m bored with giving in
I don’t need the discipline
Since I have my will and power
And together resist glower
I’m bored with expectations
So I went on a vacation
For myself to look inside
Instead of riding on thier ride
I’m bored with the wild goose chase
There is freedom in my lace
No headaches and no asprin
It depends on who you’re askin’
I’m happier not participating
In the work they’re all anticipating
Since a long-overdue break
May stop my heart from ache
Again, I’m bored of the world cup
Of urine for a test
If it’s good enough for Jagger,
Just be glad I look my best!

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George & Melody

George & Melody

George loved Melody
He sang her name with a symphony
Yet Melody only felt sympathy
That they’d never share sweet harmony
Melody’s tuned too well
To change the notes that swell
Or to lower her tone for him
So she went out for a swim
Yet the music kept on playing
George’s hips, they were a’swaying
For the concert in his head
Was a marching band instead
With all these instruments playing
Neither one knew they were a’graying
So the rhythm and the beat
Gave them energy to greet
Nature with it’s upbeat notes
On the river, tune, she floats
And the measure they are on
Is the same, they sing along
With the chorus of the choir
Each eye catches, they admire
Since they sing in unison
Voices change – this is the end

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Raising Cane without an Able

She’s rasing cane, but there’s no able
To live her life as if it’s stable
She’ll guard her roost because she broods
Never mind if she gets rude
She knows she can stick it
And her fence isn’t picket
Let alone, white – She’s scary at night
But bless her soul, she’s black as coal
With no one to console or cajole
She directs an awful bowel
Movement meant to reek and smoke
You out of comfort – It’s no joke
So sad to see one’s priority
Is to make believe it’s a sorority
And she wants to be hall monitor
All the bitching time is squandered on
Better to act oblivious
And to live your life in bliss
Than to count on a major regime
To make it happen with a scream
Instead of waiting in the corridor
I’d be playing the accordian
To a polka at a beer fest
And I’d look my very best
But the struggle’s plain to see
Everyone of us is free
So let’s keep down all the noise
With that game we know annoys
As for solid, valid points
In the arguments anoint
They’re to gain the most attention
Devised sanely, I should mention
Without Able as her friend
To stick with her ’til the end
She can only raise her cane
To the ones who still remain

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Be

With all the actions come repercussion
It’s no wonder I like to play percussion
Since it’s an uplift from the lull
That life brings us when it’s dull
With all of our fury, can you see us scurry?
Away from emotions run wild
Chasing rainbows as a child
Styling in our flash, we’re mild
Put it on and take it off
Never mind the awful scoff
Of our parents in the den
Acting like our mother hen
Windows open, curtains closed
Show is over, breathing Rose
Buds are blooming, river flows
Then I sneeze and blow my nose!
I’m not high – there goes my kite!
Flying off into the night
Time Tell, she was a sight
Dolly drove me nuts alright!
Always telling me a time
For to eat or for to rhyme
And I craved for some new phrase
But she left me in a daze!
Ran away to see what makes me
Swallow hard within my safety
Net has caught me in a rut
Mouth is mostly always shut!
Contentment in my skin
Is the calm I find within
Playing to my own sound drummer
Some days smart & others dumber
Yet I take them all in stride
As I hold on tight this ride
Don’t let go & never cease
Carry load or be the fleece
Shakespeare saith, “be or be not”
Doesn’t matter, body rots
But the world in all it’s glory
Never ends despite the gory
So we’ll be all that we are
Matters not whatever scar
Try to open or to pick
History repeats, but won’t stick
Us all into these categories
Compartmentalizing all these stories
Still, there’s two sides of the coin
With a cloth, we cover loins
Still we do the bump & grind
With each syllable and rhyme
That we speak with silver tongue
Licking lips for what’s to come

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The Hustle

The Hustle

My ink is running out
And I just want to shout
A Yip – Hip – Hip – Hurray!
This is my kinda day!
As work becomes my play
I write it every day
That’s how I pave my way
Without mortor, it’s okay
I want action – no delay!
But it’s molasses moving day
And everything gets sticky
In the process lickity-splitty
As finicky as Morris the cat
I know not where I’m at
Just taking it day by day
Don’t let nothing get in the way
Making a mockery of all this progress
That they want before I regress
But I tell them it’s part of the plan
Because I was not born a man
So I guess I’m on a break
Or vacation, Goodness sakes!
For what else could I do?
After stating I love you?
To the one they call, ‘Michael’
He’s my angel with a rifle
But my spouse whose name is Kevin
Has just died and went to heaven
With no nagging, sagging wife
There could never exist strife
And the child I left behind
Frees my life up from the bind
And I haven’t lost my mind
But each day I can’t be kind
For my losses I will find
Treasure’s buried in the grind
Not all life is a hustle
Using each and every muscle
But instead it’s what we make
After quiver or earthquake!

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