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Root Beer Belly Missuer and An Ode To All Things 70's & 80's

I drink my root beer
with soggy fries
soiled buns
Hamburg runs
while watching the tube
in an unsightly nude
give me a Draft or an A&W glass
sitting in this position, it hurts my advancing Ass
AMERICAN IDOL:THE OLD FOSSIL REVUE
Plenty of Famous Farts dying to perform for you
Sir Mick and Madam Paul
they both did rocked in THE GREATEST SHOW OF THEM ALL
Madonna and Michael Jackson are Down
it is getting harder for their fannies to move around
Prince Geldof Boomtown Rat
surely realizing that his bulge is getting Fat
Sir Rocket and The Piano Man
were getting TOO FRIENDLY with a local Girl Scout fan
John Travolta the SWEATHOG guy
was making out his Will 'cause he knows he's going to die
One aero plane to his favorite charity
A gyro copter to the Dentist,who removed an unwanted cavity
The Old GREASE leather apparel
going to his TV buddy..The MASH's own B.J. Mike Farrell
Barry Williams,Knight, and Lookinland Too
trying on a fling with their Sitcom Sisters..YOU-KNOW-WHO
William Shatner on his couch
His enormous belly has only just begun to tire and slouch
Farrah and Lee Majors STUCK
trying(separately,of course) to get a Hard-On -UCK
Karl Malden..coming back from the Dead
To invite Zeter Jones than Michael Douglas Instead
The Streets of Sitcom Heaven, where youth is always On
Malden is serenading pretty Catherine with a Song
Now it's time to end this prose
I hope that you can touch both your toes
Don't watch the crap
exercise daily to avoid this trap
and YOU WILL BE A LIFE OVERACHIEVER,INDEED!!

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Peri-Gonvre'(The Last of the Nerd Who Passed On)part 1

Somewhere in the distant hill
lies a dilapidated old house that might give one chill
An old gentleman and his lady fare
were loners of life because they were the only ones there
Protecting a little child-teen of 13
A lonely  nerd or nebbish boy who only dreamed
to make friends with the outside but his inner self hide
the longings of a boy who was too bashful to confide
his parents took him from school because his
school-mates called him an Ugly and a Fool
Together,as three,they lived in this mansion ennui
The tales that can be told of this existence that
has kept them a Dead and one Cold
The Father took him Fishing(out back Yard there is a Hole)
to catch a big one-in their imagination mind-it is only a small peace
that both of them could ever find
Peri-Gonvre,the lad's name..that his school mates mocked LAME
All through the house,a child's laughter that scares away the most
disgusting cat or mouse
Both hands,left and right,has only two fingers each,that God made right
The attic above the 2nd story hall can only fit him because it is
5 inches too small(The Father-KinMen,designed it to be as confining as
the fireplace against the Stone Brick Wall)
Peri-Gonvre uses the room for his 'scape,from the island New England
that wanted to rape:the very spirit and the life of this like
sitting against the darkness,his eyes drifted far from the mortal Pike
SILVIA the feline little kitten coddled up next to him in this lonely Prison
She is the only cat to be allowed,
brighten up his disposition(disperse that iluminnescent Black Cloud)
Angel of the nightly SKY is first to shine upon the loneliness Guy
END OF PART 1

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Tell Me a Lie...

...that are no wars or unfed civilizations left in the world
An honest to goodness President always keeps his promises
Man will eat only vegetables instead of meat from God's Creatures of the Forest
BEST BUY always has their new DVD releases out on time regardless of Genre
The Paper Boy will always wear a smile when they deliver(Without a wrinkle or crease)
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame will finally induct The Monkees(with or without Mike Nesmith)
Liver makes the entire meal and We will always come back for seconds
Third graders in every Elementary school will tell only what is true instead of lies
To write a Poem can be easy and fast instead of long and ponderous 
THIS POEM IS A GOOD PIECE OF WORK

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Do Me(The Exciting Finale of the 2 Part -Don'T Do Me-Story

do me Right
end it tonight
walk(CRACK IT) the thin ice
but don't make it nice
Chill my soul
it lost control
Home to the G
that may not be
I insane
lost Life's F---kin Game
just a Poor old white Dope
Who can't cut it anywayNOPE!!

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Flight of the Poet

poet in flight
writing for a free airspace
keeping the seatbelt on
closing both of his eyes
to let the poem fly for itself

Every breath that i whisper
a single movement of the pen upon paper
giving takeoff from the runway of ideas and rhymes
no one would know who this poet truly be
he uses a 1000 different names to keep him silent and unknown

During this duration of poetic flight
He will write a sonnet or a narrative some night
to describe the feeling of floating away with the air
there aren't any typos nor mistakes to make the reader even care

Look around you at the space between the pen and the wind
Solly! it is so enticing and enchanted to be a Poet's Romantic
picturing the trees with the alphabet
coloring the sagebrush with just the right felt-tip pen

You,the reader,will notice for a time
the perfect serenity of this fable sublime
There aren't any Dirty words or imagery,my pet
to hover forever,near the 747 jumbo jet
Creating the space
Tracing with each Finger
The Flight of the Poet
whose ode to the old stanza will forevermore linger

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Fallen Pet

JESSE was her name
A beautiful white and collie Friendly
always standing by,guarding the front door
She got sick,so deathly ill
We had to put her down
Our ever-Faithful
No More

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Endangered Species

I am an endangered specie,becoming readily extinct by the day.
There are few and far less of us as time is ever so clear
one day,alas,the whole of us will surely disappear.
Men,without flaws or granny glass spectacles
are taking command of my generation by hand
Well equipt with abs of steel
The little man gets pushed aside and it becomes
ever harder for our biceps as we,inevitably,get pushed over there
As a fading breed of shy but honest and ernest
The rugged mountain sides are only for them to trottle unto
There is no room for the timid and week.That much is a certainty,my friend
So what!!Writing poems is all that I can convey
But,men,beside..will just toss them all away
Women(of the Beautiful sector)want only the strong and tall
For me,of such timidity,it really does not matter(only just 5ft and 7inches small)
The World,today,comprises of the machismo and slightly gay
There is no room for the dweeb,inside and outside,of this tiny little soul
Towering Males and Females usually sit beside their own with pride
How many of them,is insurmountable..it is quite impossible to sit quietly and 
count
They outnumber us,by a margin of one billion to 20
We,the endangered and Lonely must fend
Excuse me,though,if I end it right now-

FOR I HAVE SAID QUITE ENOUGH,ALREADY!!

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Jodi Drowned Me

I went out to the swimming pool in the backyard
quickly and quietly I started to undress down to my underwear
Standing near the edge of the pool,my eyes looked down to see
SUDDENLY-I WAS PUSHED!! and I went into the water,head first
Everyone in my family knows that I cannot possibly swim
As well as my Friends
Neighbors
and assorted shut-ins
Except there is one person who wanted to do me harm
because I couldn't get the nerve to ask her out for a date

JODI,
WHY DID YOU DROWN ME?

I was too shy and within myself to VoiceMail my invitation to the Senior Dance
But,alas..that was a lifetime ago(20 years this March to be more precise)
As my body sinks further to the bottom of the pool, my brain recollects only briefly,
the fun things we had used to do in school:

Skipping rope
Playing Tag
Hide & seek
Counting the Stars on the American Flag

The pain that my body feels from the drowning is fading
and the tired eyelids are beginning to shut
The life force that God hath given me is dissipating
I cannot shout for a breath
It is time for me to DIE forever and take the comfort

ETERNAL REST!!

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Mile After Mile

it is a long stretch of backwood country to walk
(Mile 
After
Mile)
The scenery changes with every step
from Blue and green to Winter White
(Mile
after
Mile)
My home is so faraway from me now
I cannot retrace my yellow brick road
Feet are moving but this Peon despair
nobody around yet someone is there
(Mile
after
Mile)
Cotton fields are soaked through the skin
Powdery layers of this cold snap settling in
The sky is pink and the trees are frozen chill
Many road signs to see but I cannot get there,still
The cell phone ran out of minutes a short while ago
(1 Mile after another
Believe it or not,My eyes spot a road kill)
Brothers are in the city now
Me parents have left this Earth not too long since
Every One(of my Kin)is lying under the Mediterranean Sun
I cannot contact them for they do not want to speak of me
(The Same Mile
But a Silent Gap
Death is for certain
But I hum to a melody of an old RMDC rap

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Loneness While Watching My Ipod

I am watching an old movie on my ipod while on my treadmill
these old eyes of mine are crying in relation to the sadness
that the character in the movie is facing
LONELINESS is a familiar trait that binds everyone together
when something in their lives seems empty without hope or love
I tune the IPOD to Jim Croce's TIME IN THE BOTTLE and feel the
passage of time that echoes my sentimental sentiments with
a sad refrain that will endure until my spirit finally leaves this EARTH place
AHHHH..
look at this lonely person and reflect with whatever
eyes and thought that you can see and imagine
It is my turn now
Do not let it engulf your soul as it did mine
I will sleep now
it is highly doubtful if I should ever wake up again