Where I Must Go


Wake up in the morning

I love to kiss your forehead

Today, tells a new story

It’s good you’re still in bed

 

Make the coffee

Before I butter some toast

Shouldn’t be so strange for me

When I know you do it most

 

I made a vow

Because I love you so

To keep you safe and happy somehow

So only you know where I must go

 

Working a simple nine to five

Is the least I can do

To keep this love alive

You loving me and me loving you

 

When the work is done

After the calls and deals are made

It’s back home to where I am someone

Making sure my debt is paid

 

You’ve been right by my side

Having my back in every way

You’ll never know the heavy ride

I must take every day

 

But that’s the least I can do

To show you I love you so

Someone’s blessed me with you

That’s why there’s somewhere I must go

 

 

Joy in Action


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The crisp Winter air

welcomes me

like a burrowing hole does a rabbit

And there is safety there

Children playing

unmindful of the outside force

Cheering on each exhale

Loosening the noose around their necks

before they see stars and spotted flecks

Greater prospects are their mittens

Soft and warm like  newborn kittens

They are used to protect their grips

Just in case the ground bumps their hips

Slipping and sliding on thin ice

Invisible music oh so nice

Even a sudden slip

is no match for the childish lip

And I tip-toe to my car

which isn’t very far

In hopes that the road

is as kind to me

with such a heavy load

and place I need to be

For I have gifts to get before

I can give

Inconsiderate of the hole

in which I live

To make merrier a day

for children to play

when they awaken

on Christmas Day

So, what I hold with my gloves

know the pain endured for my loves

But I would have it no other way

to present joy on a silver tray

When they awaken

On Christmas Day

Though should I ever play too old

I hope my debt was paid in gold

Dance for the Rich White Men


A friend of your parents

helps your career takeoff

The price you have to pay

Unknown to them

They think prayer is getting you through

They think what they believe

But you deceive

Not just a pole but a cute mole

separates you from them

What do you know

that keeps the flow

is what they need to feel

so real

If you make the right deal

you can make the pig squeal

and never long for a sweet meal

What has no taste

Is hunger on your face

Yet who would not trade place

for their share of the human race

Aside from all the name callin’

Is free-ballin’

A raw rag doll

and alcohol

makes it harder for them to crawl

But now a smart Barbie

Is good Barbie

Whose assets will never be a darby

A boy or a girl can make their heads twirl

Give them joy in this mixed up world

 In memorance of your parents friend