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Such a cliche

I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise                        Drinking like a fish, kicking the bucket a fine kettle of fish,                       
beyond the pale. A fish out of water. When it rains, it pours, on a dark             and stormy night, raining cats and dogs. A force to be reckoned with,                                    the perfect storm, so weather the storm and get your feet wet.                          Every dog has its day, fighting like cats and dogs.                                    
Look what the cat drug in, the hair of the dog that bit you,                         
Just pulling your leg. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,        
ignorance is bliss. No pain, no gain, a chip off the old block,                     
banging your head, against a brick wall.                                                          
A loose cannon, armed to the teeth, the kiss of death.                                                                                                     Biting the bullet, caught in the crossfire, losing your head,                                                                                      Can't hold a candle to, burning the candle at both ends,                                                                                                             at the crack of dawn, caught with his pants down, the naked truth,                    
a checkered past. Out of the frying pan into the fire.                                    Playing with fire, a burning question, that inflames me!                                   This is for the birds, two in the bush, killing two birds with one stone                                                                                       Fair weather friend’s, fly the coop and birds of a feather flock together                                                       Looking like the cat, that ate the canary, the bird's eye view.                                                                                                  Cat got your tongue, the big cheese is a better mousetrap                                      
Don't look a gift horse, in the mouth and the horse you rode in on          
Beating a dead horse, I got to see a man about a horse!                        
Living hand to mouth, biting the hand that feeds you,                                    
A knuckle sandwich, that’s a mouthful. He is full of himself


Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2018


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Hard Times

                          
Burning rubber on the pavement used to be my one big thrill.
   Now with the price of gas just thinking about it gives me a chill.
Used to ten dollars worth of gas would last a week or more.
   Now it takes ten dollars worth just to get you backed out of your garages door.
How did it get so one sided I really would like to know?
    It’s like someone changed the channel and you’re watching a different show.
Maybe it’s just me could I be getting senile?
    I do know old age will catch you if you sit and wait awhile.
It’s just seems it all happened so quick.
    Quicker than you could even flic your bic.
I mean ain’t this stupid stuff enough to plumb make you sick.
    Maybe it’s just me again but this sure gets me ticked
Does anybody besides me remember any good things old Nixon did.
    Like freezing prices this I do not kid.
Like when they started running the price of gas up.
    He froze it said that was high enough.
The old boy was smart he just wasn’t a very good thief.
    Least when he got caught he resigned rather than cause more grief.
What about Clinton, got caught with his pants down.
    Got on camera and lied, I wonder why  he wasn’t asked to step down.
 I don’t know what’s happening but I feel things are getting unfair.
    And who do we complain to, doesn’t anybody care?
Well I’m starting to get frustrated, no I take that back I’m really getting mad.
    To see where this country is headed is just plumb down right sad.
I don’t have any answers, no solutions can I find.
    I just wished we had as much foresight as we do looking at our behinds. 


Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007