I looked out and saw rainy weather.
Why not watch boys kick pigskin leather?
What if rain was barley juice, not water -
to the magnavox and my alma mater.
A strange woman says "fix the door".
Where have I heard that voice before?
A green field where blue and gold bodies lay,
the uniforms of UCLA,
like a photo by Mathew Brady -
Do I know that voice? Who is this lady?
And who is responsible for this ruin?
He goes by the name of Joe Bruin.
sanctions by the new world athletic connection.....
with promotional privileges giving
by Nahuel Huapi and Angostura "Distain"
we present "The Most Celebrated Men in the Industry"
.....Bashaw Madcalf and his partner Iguaza !
We liked these men: but everyone here Booed them, they
favored Morning Glory and Midnight Sun
over Bashaw and Iguazu, I found it strange and these were
the good guy's the one's who were more than average and
very popular with the females, the sexy men who found it
easy just being easy. Not here, here they were bad guy's, booed because
they were handsome, jeered because the women loved them.
Someone
told me that Morning Glory was two cupcakes away from being 300 pounds,
and Midnight Sun was too tall to fit in the back of a midsized car, these guy's were huge !
In most places people booed them, not here they were the talk of the town and
were the favorites to win. People thought of there abilities to win and found it more suitable to root for the mass, instead of the bruin.
Be bear aware
Be prepared
Bring bear spray
And a nail file, too
In case you see the bruin
And she wants you to style her hair
And while you're at it
You can give her a pedicure, too.
JB49
I’ve been here waiting for your breath to come.
Still, I would have move and forget the ruin,
By then you’d say I’m just a fool and Idiot to some.
Please, I already beg the Great land of the Bruin,
To receive this transmission from a far,
Neglect not this for it’s my soul you mock.
My poppet I beg and bleed for this to par,
Will you now take my empathy and unlock?
Touch the layer that breaks so you can see,
My depth is that you toyed and ache.
Search my soul for it holds an empty sea.
Lay your hand on me and take.
Whatever you say or do I miss.
The trace of you left behind I tart.
No matter how dark or painful I search in this Abyss,
I will never leave you my poppet for we will never be apart.