Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning
When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the wrong place
at the wrong time with the wrong face
seeing promotion from outside in the cold
not a foot could I put over the threshold
what with doors slammed progress jammed
out of my depth in over my head
can't get a look-in may as well be dead
He's an old man now,
it's strange but it's true,
he'll be sixty six this year,
when the Winter is new,
All I can say, is Wow, how time flies
I remember when he was a spry 35,
and wonder "Where did the time go" when I see the age in his eyes
I’m a woman with class and I come with a little bit of sass
I work hard and I am working to achieve my dreams
Making it in this life is not always an easy thing
There’s so much on my mind
I need to feel at peace and that’s where you come along
You know how to loosen me up
All I need is one touch
Being in your presence is enough
Laying my body next to yours
Just having you around me makes me feel at peace
I need you
I can breathe when I’m finally with you
No one has my heart
Daddy is who you are to me
You know how to have me begging for more, please
All the outsiders can’t tell me anything about you
I’m so into you
Whisper in my ear and tell me you want me
Tell me that you love it and you own it
It’s all for you and only you
My best friend saw me born.
Coronation of blood,
Tearing through his long beloved.
Floppy neck and flailing limbs,
Protesting my own birth.
Constricting cord,
A life noose, murderous
Cut from me free, my airways clean.
Chest to dead-weight chest,
He forgave my assault,
That which he had sown.
Plasma glow to glass-blind eyes,
Milk not frothed, elixir to survive,
Feed the baby lump with plastic breast,
Far from she who bore her,
Her mother seeking rest.
Years ago, from floppy she came
To floppy she now goes,
Noose of life returned,
Retreat back into black.
Daddy, you were my best friend.
Suspend me—
Rising to Your Presence,
Falling to air,
Like when you carried me,
When the ground was miles away.
Here I am in air again,
Daddy my friend,
From floppy I came, to floppy I go.
Her children thought something about their father was off
They did not know what it was
Having never thought of dementia or Alzheimer’s before
They attempted to tell Mom their concerns
She refused to see anything weird in her husband
He’s a bit slower, that is all.
She had jammed herself in the middle of a bread pan of denial
Finally, she had to admit there might be something.
After he sat on a riding lawn mower for three hours
But did not start it
Because he had forgotten how
PS The key was in the lawnmower
How many women here
have been impregnated
by Elon Musk? looking for hands
He plans to repopulate the planet
single handedly - well, not handed
exactly - you know what I mean.
In Australia, great swaths of Texas,
and of course Mar-a-Lago, he’s a serial offender,
because his sperm is legal tender.
Factoid: you might catch a disease,
he’s sleeping with everyone north of Belize
and several of them, frankly, look sleazy.
Of course, you’d have to listen to him talk. shivers
Unless you say, “Hey, can we do this without conversation?”
That’s when you’d slip on your sleep mask, and, well, you know.
But what would you be thinking about?
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FUN! by KiNG MALA [E]
BLOODONTHETIMBS by Bren Joy [E]
daddy’s stepping out
mother Russia reach around
polishing his throne
***
According to Alnur Mussayev, Trump was recruited
by the KGB’s 6th Department as a spy in 1987,
and given the nickname Krasnov.
In the glow of dreams where starlight drips,
I watch my daddy, with swagger and flips,
A legend he walks, in a world so wide,
With money in hand and a spirit of pride.
I wish I could stunt like my daddy does,
Dance through the chaos, the laughter, the buzz,
With every bold move, he lights up the night,
A beacon of strength in the shimmering light.
His shine shows bright, like the sun on the rise,
A heart full of courage, ambition in his eyes,
Through hustle and struggle, he charts his own way,
In the game of life, he’s here to stay.
With every success, he lifts me up high,
Teaching me dreams don’t fade, they just fly,
So I chase my own stardust, with hopes like a kite,
Wishing one day, I’ll share in that light.
For now, I admire, through shadows I creep,
Learning the lessons my father will keep,
In the rhythm of life, I find my own beat,
With each tiny step, I’m feeling complete.
I wish I could stunt like my daddy his so bold,
In a world full of stories, waiting to be told,
But one day, I promise, you’ll see me take flight,
With the spark that he gave me, I’ll shine just as bright.
2009
We want ICE
with our McCoffee
And some fries
with that biggie sized McBusted.
And don't forget
the musta'ad!
by Martin Braun
1/27/2025
Big Daddy Don is back in the house!
And... he... brought... his... switch!
It's time to ditch!
My father has been gone for twelve years
I kept his green gold and brown plaid jacket
When I miss him, I go into my closet where it hangs.
I can smell him on it, and I say “hello Daddy”
At this second, I feel my father beside me.
Daddy is silly.
I want to be just like him.
We’ll make mommy laugh.
Taking a walk with Daddy
Beneath the summer sun.
Heading toward the corner park
Where we will have some fun.
We’ll swing and slide and seek and hide,
We’ll laugh and play and run.
Taking a walk with Daddy
Beneath the summer sun.
Taking a walk with Daddy
As stars come out to play.
Heading toward our home and beds
After a fun-filled day.
It’s dinner, bath, and sleep at last
With dreamland on the way.
Taking a walk with Daddy
As stars come out to play.
Sugar Daddy
By: Miracle Man
10/13/2024
My life has been like one
big old Sugar Daddy Sucker,
Seems I’ve got mine licked
almost down to the stick.
During some adverse times
I’ve had to rely on succor,
But today I sit and ponder
if I’m near that last lick.
Tom
it would be a last request, before the gallows
like baloo sings it
i'm being led there, the narrow path between the
faces of the people
my hands tied behind my back
the rope taut against the skin
and i'm going,
de-zop-ba-ronie
hap-da-dee-ba-lat
da-dat-dat-non
hey, a-baby-dot-doo
zaba-doo-doo-day-doo-bop
doo-boo-doo-day, ze-bonz
za-bop-bop-bobby
we arrive
i turn to the hooded executioner.
'take me home, daddy.'
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