I’ve got Ms. in my corner
And she’s not going away
The more I do for her
the more she makes me want to separate
The sight of her is foggy
The only way to feel her
is to medicate myself beyond myself
And she’s not going away
My Moses staff precedes me
everywhere I go
as I feel as if I am tipping in high-heeled sandals
When I finally touch the sky,
she comes along like an apocalyptic hurricane
Destroying all that is in her path
She does have a sister
who is more than just a pain in the neck
I am coward by her persistence
as like losing my best-friend all over again
And she’s not going away
Have I rented space to a cause
for a lifetime?
It would take my soul to revoke her lease
though the Judge would have the final say
in my case of free will
Her laughter roars with hands behind her back
She makes me want to love her
To accept her as she is
Yet, her volatility renders me powerless
except to keep reaching
to cease with the standardized tests
and the grade school counseling sessions
The pen often runs from my hand
to acknowledge my future
She’s not going away
No energy left to act on my mood
So, tuck my tail I do
until I hear what I want to hear
And all is well again
Tag: waste
Too funny not to Share!
Could Rod Serling truly be onto something?
Just who are those members of our biased society supporting the act of repeating a more hateful past?
Who are those who are pledging support for a candidate because they feel it’s time to show sexual diversity?
Would those who admit that there is a difference between “racism” and “hate” please raise both hands? The right one justifies latter.
Can those who voted in 2010 to give total power to one particular party please admit to it, again, on national television? Hopefully, some knowledge has been gained after they realized things only got progressively worse for themselves.
So, repeated business failures can qualify a candidate as a successful business man? Apparently, the Better Business Bureau has spoken , but only the taken has listened.
The only thing colorful about any candidate, is the mockery they’ve made of themselves and the supposed country they were born in.
Is it true that “The Twilight Zone” can be bought?
Freedom of expression
A child wants to do
what he sees others do
The joy rides have more meaning
than the father knows
Mommy goes to work
He has been schooled on that
Father sits and moves seldom
Each has a different view on
parenthood
Upon arrival the car is loaded
for another impression of life
He wants to do what others do
Sunrise to another same day
She needs to leave now
Before he can change positions
He is ready to break the circle
to be with him
for a long time to come
It’s not just memories at such a
young age
He just knows that the walking joy-riders
seemed to have more fun
The Created Hungry Machine
So many number ones
No one can stay on top
Longer than they need to
How did they get there anyway?
Taking turns trading places
Confusing dollar signs
With pretty and
Vacant pumped faces
Nothing to say
Nothing be said
Just another play day
But you will not play dead
Untuck your shirt
Smear your makeup
How can a review hurt
When you hold the Gold Cup
Chew bubble gum
Then blow it out
Machines make your words hum
Even when you scream and shout
It’s your body and face
That keeps you in the race
As long as you stay cool
You won’t break any rule
Just smile a while
And let the cameras flash
Enjoy your pile
All that green known as cash
