Pops
Kind husband, vigilant father, loving son, mischievous brother
Brother of Lizard and Kippie-bombs
Lover of Khatabeak, Danbug and Benbot
Who feels joyful, happy and satisfied
Who fears giant Joro spiders, level 4 biohazards, and tsunamis
Who would like to see an end to mourning, outcry and pain
Resident of Fort Benjamin Hawkins, Georgia
Daddy
My wife sustains my life, leaves me always wanting more
Just love her sweet persistence, she’s the one that I adore
From her I get—action, main attraction, chain reaction
From her I get—kindness, love that binds us, to remind us
I can't imagine him in bed,
Chick lit needs to be read,
Draw down his manly jocks,
Does he leave on his socks?
Imagine the thrills,
Before our cardiac pills,
Is this erotic? I say,
Whose love resonates today?
Ah, it's ephemeral bliss,
Sending him my loving kiss,
On snogging there is no ban,
Biohazards, our human span!
Robin
Kind husband, vigilant father, loving son, mischievous brother
Brother of Lizard and Kippie-bombs
Lover of Kahtabeak, Danbug and Benbot
Who feels joyful, happy and satisfied
Who fears brown recluse spiders, level 4 biohazards and tsunamis
Who would like to see an end to mourning, outcry and pain
Resident of Sherwood Forest
Hood
we love the world, so we make it our own
but nothing about the way the people live
leaves the creatures alone
we live so bold
"Dig around here for gold!"
it used to be so cold
"Preserve the bad; kill the old!"
hey, what's really good here?
we say we love it, but it disappears
Venus and Mars scold the smoke
that they see rising from the atmosphere
hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children never lived to see
the way the trees turn into streets of homes
the way the ice turns into water catacombs
the pesticides spray out her sad silent cries
with oil blood and chemical tears
an act of genocide
the skyscrapers are really scraping the sky
leaving wounds in her pure outer skin
and soon she'll bleed out and die
hey, what's really good here?
we want to thrive, but will we even survive?
rats and foxes are now biohazards
the pulled-out roots are bloodshot veins in her eyes
hey, i heard the voice of the bird
she said her children were trapped in plastic like chains
it cut their throats; they could no longer sing songs
destroyed art isn't art when it's gone
It can be seen all around us
Hard times and its sounds
Companies closing down
Gas and fuel go up and staying unsettled
Then they fall to their lowest in years
Melancholy awareness and tears
War in other lands
Religion and stained hands
Media melodrama
Families going homeless
Foreclosure how sad
To loss the only home you ever had
Strange new biohazards in your neighborhood
A new beetle brought to North America eating at our woods
Turmoil worry
Fast pace lifestyles hurry up and hurry
Cut backs in city police and fireman
Laying the grounds for higher crime
Dirty politicians
Smeared on national TV
Kids on cell phones and I-pods
Addicted to electronics’ now they’re new God’s
Animals abandoned
One can easily become despondent
Are we near twentieth century abolishment?
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