It was an April night and I was right,
Been out on the town.
The show was at the Palace,
So we all went on down.
We had a ball as I recall,
But now it seems absurd,
As the madness raged upon the stage
He did not say a word.
He was a little weird and we all feared
He wasn’t one of us
He didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke,
He didn’t even cuss.
You’d see him now and again
With a bunch of men…
Hanging round the sea,
And I know I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me.
It was a springish day, the clouds were gray
It looked like it might rain.
I thought about the night before
And I was so ashamed
When I heard what they had done to him
The stranger I had known
The way we all got down last night
It’s a wonder we got home.
He was a little weird and we all feared
He wasn’t one of us.
He didn’t drink, he didn’t smoke,
He didn’t even cuss.
You’d see him now and again
With a bunch of men…
Hanging round the sea.
And I know I would have liked him more
If he were a little more like me
A little more a little more a little more like me
Just a little more, a little more
If I could be…
A little more like He.
grandma’s kitten was outrageously large
The guy at the pet store had said “no charge”
They had to get rid of it by end of day
Grandma loved that she did not have to pay
The kitten ate bags of kibbles by the dozen
And chewed off the leg of a slow-moving cousin.
He’s teething grandma rapidly explained to us.
We could hardly stand this little cuss!
Deed beseeches with no passion,
Ruled like a peasant,
By cussing, language was weaken,
Rationality overruled by emotion,
Ignorance detests reason,
These mongrels play chicken.
What a trick!
It's not the heat
It's the humidity
that makes me sweat
and want to scree
m-at any fool who
approaches me
It clings to my shirt
and my underpants
Colossal red fire ants
(Pause)
inciting me to
rap and rant
in polysyllabic
barnyard chants
I let cuss words go
in falsetto
all the way
to Kokomo --
Indiana, they do flow
then stream on to Mexico
How did you know...
(Grand Finale)
Ratchet up the fire
just one notch higher
I'll breathe my last
in the town of Dyer --
Indiana...
I DON’T CUSS
I don't cuss; but what th' hail?!
Is what I want to say,
Political news, the campaign ads,
The tweeting birds today.
The Schlitz have truly hit the fan!
What next will be said or done?
Red, White, and Blue is Black and and Purple too,
For the bloody fighting of everyone.
Oh Got’Damage! It’s getting crazy!
No one wins when there’s a so called win,
I don't cuss but the news that’s trending,
is one reason we're in the shape we're all in.
I don't cuss, no, I don't swear,
Ladies shouldn't use profanity,
But it really kicks me in my assets,
seeing the stuff I see.
Another new year will soon be upon us
What resolutions have you made that'll all go bust
Each year same thing
We soon lose that zing
And it's business as usual, try not to cuss
© Jack Ellison 2015
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