In bed by eleven, can’t sleep a wink
up-and-at-‘em ‘fore dawn, can’t even think
Lunchtime appointment with a brand-new shrink
calls for a very stiff drink
Double martini with ammoniated olives
washed down with tubes of colgate-palmolive
Back-to-work now, nearing four o’clock
after checking the fridge for how much vodka’s in stock
Who has the least to conceal
is willing to bare all
His counterpart protects
his teeth and tongue with ‘Gardol’*
*Its technical name is sodium lauroyl
sarcosinate, aka 'Advance White,'
a popular Colgate product today --
this century's version of 'good old
Gardol!'
I light up another cigarette,
its smoke turns into puffs...
then they form small clouds':
a skeleton drawn in the gazette.
It's a disregard for this precious life,
consider myself worthless and grab a knife;
but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve,
because not having faith is a moralistic issue.
Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content.
I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might
as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. "
Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat!
My teeth are getting yellow, not bright;
my breath stinks, folks avoid me.
I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit,
a priest goes by and scolds me!
It's a disregard for precious life,
it's a misery not to have a wife;
not to kiss her and say good night,
I blame myself for this self-plight!
I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself,
should I forget that I once was that guy?
A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh,
" Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "
To remove blackheads
Colgate, flour, baking soda
Lemon juice, mix, use.
A Metamucil Moment"
Woke up this morning
Feeling rather blue
Ran out of Metamucil
Don't know what to do
Muscles really aching
Joints are creaky sore
I ran out of Ben-Gay
Have to run down to the store
Blood pressure medicine
Seems too have disappeared
Can't remember if I used it all
My tummy's feeling kinda of weird
Where did I put my glasses
Can't see a gosh darn thing
Can't drive with out them
Now the phone it starts to ring
Who would be calling me
Should I answer it or leave
It's a damn telemarketer
Now I'm really peeved
Do you need your carpets cleaned
A written pitch I'd heard before
No!! But could use some Metamucil
Hung up and headed out the door
My car is almost out of gas
The Kona coffee kicking in
Don't think I need that Metamucil
As my stomach starts to spin
Ran back to the bathroom
In a hurry I did run
Found there wasn't any T.P.
Grrrr !!! This is not a lot of fun
But did find my Ben-Gay
Wish I found my glasses first
Thought I brushed my teeth with Colgate
Now I'm really at my worst
My blood pressure's rising
Still can't find my med's
Think I'm gonna give up
I'm going back to bed
Abased backspaced,
Barefaced boldfaced
Debased facestraight
Bowl shaped misplaced
Toothpaste Colgate™
9/21/19
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Smoke glaze of Crayola pink
salmons through foamy Colgate
spat from mouth
to porcelain sink in the washroom
nearest the bedroom overslept in this morning.
To look at it, spineless and slow,
amid hunkering swirl
gurgling down to wish on gators,
is to see the frail rivulet percolate
on New Hampshire’s white meadow late in December,
to see it bubble
beneath blood oaths of brothers,
solemnly sworn,
made null by the twist of an axis
wringing the color of life from
tattered red panties
tossed to the tumble of snow-soaked socks
circling like doves through soap and boiling water.
How you set my heart a tingle
When I listen to your jingle.
Rub my tongue over my teeth
So smooth and fresh no plaque beneath.
Thank you Colgate I love your taste
No fillings for me cos you're the best.
A jingle for Colgate Toothpasten
Penned 25 May 2015
The lightening thunders,
The fierceful winds,
Blend together & sings…
When the hunk walks all his way,
With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…
Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,
Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)
The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,
When seen his pinky cheeks… (With jealous )
He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,
No fullstop for his naughty talks..
People yell that he’s a big mischeif,
But his heart’s truely a tender leaf… :D
Julia Roberts - The Run Away Bride
Had a dog Fido - loved water slides
He lifted his leg
Yellow train - an egg
The bride disappeared hurt in her pride...
Fido's bright smile showed whites of Colgate
When Lady appeared sealing his Fate
Human wedding planned
On a doggies' land
Long Live bride's old Pop and his charge plate!
www.scripca.com
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's limerick "Runaway Train"
An outdoor wedding, no sign of rain
The bride’s gown had a 10-foot train
Crossing the lawn to her bequeathed
Fido snatched the train in his teeth
And Pop watched eight grand go down the drain
What’s the point
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point
in breathing
When you can not
feel the
swelling of your
lungs
What’s the point
in love
When you heart
only aches
What’s the point
of being in a
state of
awareness
When you are not
really alive
What’s the point
in doing your
best
When it is
rarely
acknowledged
What’s the point
in making all
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point
in smiling
When your heart
bleeds
And that colgate
smile
never touches
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?
What’s the point
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point
in breathing
When you can not
feel the
swelling of your
lungs
What’s the point
in love
When you heart
only aches
What’s the point
of being in a
state of
awareness
When you are not
really alive
What’s the point
in doing your
best
When it is
rarely
acknowledged
What’s the point
in making all
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point
in smiling
When your heart
bleeds
And that colgate
smile
never touches
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?
Beautiful skin
Nice size
Perfectly thin
Diamond eyes
Colgate smile
Extra bright
Nimble step
Super light
Perfect touch
Make-up lite
Not too much
Just right
Voice like an angel
Soft and sweet
Legs that just keep going
But never meet
Hair shiny and nourished
Far from starved
Body so perfect
As though it was carved
Available 24 hours
Like an all-night help line
So much love bottled up inside and ready to give
The perfect Valentine
Open mind
Helpful tips
Secret keeper
Sealed Lips
Truth be told
Heart of gold
Amazing personality
Daring and bold
Adequately opinionated
Never rude
Overflowing with dignity
Charming attitude
Morals intact
Values too
Code of ethics
To which she remains true
The truth can hurt
You may cry
She gives you honesty
Over a lie
Found at your side
Loyal and true
100% trust
Doesn’t check behind you
Keeps you smiling
Tons of fun
Just one question..
Is she the One?
Obsession and some Barbasol so occupy my sink
A razor and a toothbrush and some Colgate too I think
A bar of soap, a washcloth, oops, there’s perfume there as well
And some dainties hanging on the door that makes my head now swell
The image in the mirror’s not as young as it used to be
But still there is some promise on the face that I do see
I might be in my forties, but I still think there’s some youth
Left within the mirror , a face that bares some proof
I stand and look around in this tiny bright commode
And realize, it’s just a place that exists in my abode
For all the rooms, they hold me, or a presence of the me
The man there in the mirror, the youthful guy, I see
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