He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
Well Nino, he was fightin',
Some dude that tried to snatch his wife.
So Nino, fast as lightnin',
Stabbed him with his switchblade knife.
But, poor Nino, didn't notice,
That the cat he cut, wasn't Dead.
So, as sneaky, as POTUS,
Put a bullet in Nino's head!
He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
I said, badder than Super Fly,
Women with a wink of an eye.
She's good to those who are nice to her,
But she's as wicked as witch to those who are badder.
She's full of confidence in everything that she does,
But then, yes, she's perfectly imperfect like us.
She loves writing as much as she loves reading,
Because she believes that's way better than just imagining.
Beauty pageant is what she enjoys joining in,
Not to please people but to prove to herself that she also has the brain.
She likes those people who are true to themselves,
But she doesn't like those who are pretending just to be likable for others.
If you can accept yourself for who you really are,
Then she'll be forever grateful and admire you more even from afar.
She used to be a stubborn child to her parents back then,
But now she's totally different because she already realized her sin.
Achievements in her life are all for them,
Of course, she thanks it all to the One in Heaven.
Propaganda,
Misinformation,
Newspeak;
Word on the street.
World War three?
We'll see.
Google,
Facebook
YouTube;
Dogman,
Mothman,
UFOs and portals.
Bad,
Badder,
Worst;
Causing me to stay at home,
Like a hermit,
And jump at shadows.
I thought I would be lost
Shattered by disbelief
Do I believe in anything
I am seeing
Or is love just not meant to be
Do people learn forgiveness
Do we forever hurt in this world
Do we strive to climb a ladder
Does life at times get badder
Is perfection real
A picture perfect life
A intuition to find happiness
The thought of will I ever be a wife
This is my transition
Captain Mousey Mook had a vile virile look
It makes him dashing said his long-time cook
She had a thing for this do-badder named Mook
Wishing he would someday sport a left-wrist hook.
It would be such an improvement to his natural look
Stated the cook, who got her recipes from a cheesy book.
Everyone knew she felt this way about Captain Mousey Mook
When he heard it though, he plank-walked the cook.
So the better bitter batter wants a better bitter bat
But the better bitter batter baker wants to break his cat
'Cause the badder batter baker bakes the better batter's bats
While the better batter's biggest brother balks at all of that.
So the bitter batter's brother bakes a bitter batter bite
with the better bats of butter and the baker's bitter kite
and the bitter better baker breaks the badder baker's bike
So the badder batter baker and the better baker fight.
So the bitter bakers battle, bitter batter now abounds
And the better bitter batter hears these bitter battle sounds
Now the better batter's bitter, no solution can be found.
So the bitter better batter bats both bakers to the ground.
Rhiannon
He used to call me a cold piece
Ivory pieces on the table
Cain & Gable
3 chains O gold it rings
Woven vices into dreams
Creating is coasting on the waves
Your body turns inside as your soul vibrates
Elevate
Levitate
Meditate
Pray
This the beginning of a new day
On a new wave
Rejoice for harmony and peace
I brought the gun, the smoke, the piece
Connecting dots like I'm a child
My soul forever wild
Diving in and out of reality
Kitana the matrix FATALITY
Evolving daily
Riding is wavy
No one but I can save me
Boogie boarding this called life
I hate her but I love her like a loyal wife
Making love to the idea of loving my self
Common knowledge is good because knowledge is wealth
Dripping cold icy breath
I found myself in the darkest depths
Coming back bigger badder louder than before
I aint knocking no more I'm kicking down doors
Every one has a past i turned around and faced mine
Looking back at myself like im leaving that you- behind
Rewind
My mind
And if you look
You will find
Holy, Godly, Gracious
Growing in to
The she that's the her inside me and you
Nature programs are all I watch
Baseball's been canceled the whole lot
Suffering like mad
It's badder than bad
Need Vladamir to take over our thoughts
My refusal skills are pretty much non-existent.
I grew up in a small town where most people say yes.
Others use words like no, absolutely not, not my clowns.
I say okay almost immediately to any request coming my way.
For where I grew up anyone who said no was labelled a trouble maker.
An outcast, a do-badder,
I know it is crazy, but I really do
want my reputation for being a pushover fully intact.
Think of it as, a prison but with you as the one inmate.
Constantly fighting the "badder" you. soon becomes too exhausting.
Beating yourself up over and over again.
To find out this entire time, you have been a free man.
So I sit in my cell, chained to my bed.
No need to run free.
I'll handle my own punishment.
Not what God intended but it's my only escape.
Not running just slowing down, so my soul can catch up to me.
Badder Bladder Climbing Ladder
There had been a problem with my bladder,
Higher and higher I would climb tall ladder;
When I quibbled,
Dribbled and dribbled;
Bader and bader did become my bladder.
Jim Horn
I ain't old, but I've been told
to give up my car and drivers license
I ain't old, but my vision blurred
got near and far reading, driving glasses
I climb the stairs with both hands
sit on my buttocks to go down
I use a cushion to sit in a chair
Breathe oxygen instead of air
I've decided to live in my house
you already planned to move me out
I ain't old, but I've been told
Take so much medication, I'm constipated
Going backwards instead of forward
Wear adult underwear cause my badder gives
This isn't how the elderly should live
I ain't old, but I've been told
No one helps me they want me to sell my house
Evict everyone and everything even the mouse
I ain't old but I've been told
10/09/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
We used to publicly invest in WinWin diplomacy.
Then we got distracted
playing
Button,
Button,
Who's Got The Button?
Now,
quite suddenly,
we've reversed directions
back toward
My Button Is Bigger and Badder Than Yours!!!!
I realize
some of this is because
We The People
grow tired of WinLose AmericaFirst
lack of EarthCentered diplomatic
love,
faith,
or even fading hopes for more cooperation
and less egocentric
anthrocentric
competitions,
but,
really?
Change in the
more horrible Competing Business As Usual
lack of co-arising ********?
Really!!!!!
There's only so much LoseLose ecopolitics
that one fairly small
living
natural-spiritual EarthSoul can tolerate.
We don't need ambivalent Colonizing Climate Change rhetoric,
shouting Our Sky Is Failing
against and without each creolizing other.
We desperately need Climate Health of WinWin intention,
to reverse alarming Climate Pathologies
of RightWing LoseLose anti-sacred deep
holonic
cooperatively co-arising
ecologicalism,
healthywealth,
more perfect Unity and public Welfare
for all democratizing
mutually-trusting
species,
rather than PushButton
PullTrigger GeoPolitics.
INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION
My transatlantic friend’s adored
We reach across the ocean
Communications although flawed
Won’t lessen my devotion
She looks pure and sweet indeed
With fair visage clear although her
Voice as if she’s just smoked weed
With pitch half octave lower
Though we’re sharing the same lingo
And her presence makes me glad
There’s a problem here by jingo
For her words can make me sad
When my health is on the mend
And that makes me glad or gladder
This assertion she’ll extend:-
‘You’re looking so much badder’
I guess to her my accent’s shot
And sounds as if it’s such that
I will say ‘the weather’s hot - what what!’
And not rhyme it with ‘hat’
But we’ll muddle through so that
We resolve all our confusions
Just distinguish ‘bet’ from ‘bat’
Avert risking grave contusions
.................
If we temperate our scoff or is it scoff
We need never call the whole thing off
I got a gat
that's badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
My metal numbers,
whether big or small,
can outperform yours
in the streets or at the mall
I can go big
like a 357 Mag cannon
I can go small
like a 9 mil 'Retta soul getta
I got a gat,
my gat's badder than yours
It makes a mean rat-a-tat-tat
that stops all of the noise
If you wanna meet my gat,
and my gat wanna meet yours
It's okay,
just set the time
Corral your crew,
and I'll get mine
Then start the party blast,
and see who will win
Lets whittle down the cast
to the last man standing
I got a gat
that badder than yours
My rat-a-tat-tat
makes a whole lot of noise
I got a gat
that leaves a silent smoke trail
My rat-a-tat-tat
sends 'em all blazing straight to hell
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