you got me going
my mind is blowing
can't help what i do
all i do for you
you say that am lazy
baby your
DRIVING ME CRAZY
Wife Driving Me Crazy
That is exactly what she is doing
More of it appear to be ensuing
Both Hillary clothes and her hair
Should thrown away some where.
What she needs is fresh new start
So President can play the part
And not into a deep well be dug
When her clothes look like a rug.
Needs a change and new direction
To cover up her whole midsection
Clothes style and hair we are meeting
Both of them seem to be self-defeating.
So to appropriate people please forward
So that Hillary supporters can look toward
That up to standards of modernization
She will look like after further examination.
Forward this to appropriate parties and
associates this would apply to,
I have been trying @chriscuomo
and haven't had any look and know
that I can depend upon all of you experts.
Jim Horn
Separated by the giant gap of the hallway
As we evade one another during school.
Though in reality, destiny keeps us aloof
Trying to shelter us from a shattered soul.
This depriving distance is just a result of
Knowing I could never have you apart of my life.
Though fate tries to keep us safe and alone,
You are forever on my mind, driving me crazy.
your love got spinning
am always griming
got my head turning
my minds burning
also makes me lazy
YOUR LOVE
DRIVING ME CRAZY
you my mind turning
my soul burning
ineed your love too
nuthin i can do
without you
am weak and lazy
YOUR LOVE DRIVING ME
CRAZY
with you i find myself in a state of flux
from happy to sad to confused and confounded
in due course an end will eventually come
but now, i wait indebt, out of control
under your control, lost inside my head
and you with your features, promises
no out right refusal, you thread me through
and when i'm away from you i write poetry
such as you have never seen
that can never be felt by princess or queen
who have never felt the depth of my being
but to you i assign this power so sacred
that you have my heart, mind and soul
it's true what they say; i'd quit if i could.
but then, how would be the love i wish for me
Tears like Rain,
That pour from Pain,
Asking God to Hold Me and keep me Sane......
A Hollow Soul,
And a Empty Vessel,
Is all of me, that Remains......
But yet, Day after Day,
I Stride and Try Hard to Maintain.....
For there's a part of me that wants to stop,
I'd felt as if I we're the Blame.....
Jaded memories of our past,
Left behind a Permanent Stain....
Not even Cigarettes or Champagne,
Could began to sooth the Strain....
Yet the only gain that I received,
Was Great Deal of Chest Pains....
Sadden, Lonely and Vague,
And still my tears, they flow like Rain......
Whenever I get in my car
It seems I don’t get very far
Before I spot the thing I dread
A man with a hat upon his head
He is a little older guy
And he won’t let me pass him by
He always drives a block long car
Ten miles an hour is almost par
I think he drives by touch and feel
He barely can see o’er the wheel
No matter how I weave and swerve
He cuts me off at every curve
That hat with white hair underneath
Can really make me grit my teeth
He never gets in any hurry
And drives along without a worry
He’s unaware that in his wake
That fifty cars may have to brake
He doesn’t really care you see
Because he is in front of me
When my time on earth is done
And I must make that final run
As I head to heaven, I just know
There’ll be an old guy drivin’ slow
And when I reach that pearly gate
There’ll be a line that has to wait
In front will be a hatted bloke
The one that caused my fatal stroke
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