I should have
I wish I had
I could have
But I didn’t.
My beat up song.
I should have
I wish I had
I could have
But I didn’t.
My beat up song.
The one I began singing
After my mother passed.
I should have visited her more often.
I wish I had known she was dying.
I could have been there for her.
But I didn’t know, and I was not there.
My beat up song.
With a new world in the making
Positively no mistaking
No need for hesitating
With no line and no waiting
Welcome to the new world order
Closed minds with open borders
What have we done to our sons and daughters
We'd call someone who cares but we've run out of quarters
A generation made up of nip and tuck
Using the government as a living crutch
With no if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Peace, love, and understanding
Never before has been so demanding
Play the laughter track the networks are caning
In the meantime, enter the sandman
To sleep off the thoughts that differ from you
Without a care if they are or if they are not true
It won't change your mind one iota or clue
Where under the sun there's nothing new
You can kick and scream all you want
We know you know you know how to cuss
No if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
I used to be a bully who had really bad manners.
I learned that it's a bad idea to beat up David Banner.
He turned into the Hulk who was green.
It was the scariest thing I've ever seen.
He picked me up and threw me through a door.
I decided then and there not to be a bully anymore.
I was so frightened and it was too much to bear.
After it was over, I had to change my underwear.
The Hulk was so big and frightening that he made every woman in the room faint.
I later learned that it wasn't the Hulk at all, it was just Lou Ferrigno covered with green paint.
(This poem was inspired by The Incredible Hulk TV show which I'm a big fan of.)
My poor beat up truck,
we've had quite a muck,
for when we got stuck,
you made such a ruck.
My poor beat up truck,
we went threw much,
getting hit sucked,
and had to pay such.
My poor beat up truck,
sitting all alone,
sitting there stuck,
looking like a bone.
my poor beat up truck,
cant go around,
stuck in the ground.
Now driving in a car,
just not far,
from getting My Poor Beat Up Truck.