The late Redd Foxx was great with stand-up comedy.
However, his acts were just full of profanity.
On television, he played the character of Fred G. Sanford.
In all those years, he never said a dirty word.
For the debt I'm OWEN WILSON
I'll be ROBIN THICKE stacks of cash
Between me ANNA FARIS wheel
LORDE I can't raise that kind of stash
But now I tend my IGGY AZALEA
Look it's a SHERI SHEPHARD with sheep
Chasing off a DRAKE in the water
Down where the JOAN RIVERS run deep
As sure as LEANN RIMES with he can
And BRITNEY SPEARS a fish in the sea
When I see a RED FOXX jump a fence
I'll drop my DOLLY PARDON me
Doe's BOB HOPE my buddy's ok
Can my BUDDY HACKETT with that cough
If wilson spanked natilie I'd say
NATILIE WOOD FLIP WILSON off
my heart is a temple holding all the secrets of this sinner
where there is only one winner.
i'm a sinner who has won at every turn, and so many lessons to be learned
how does an old fox change his ways, when there is so many plays.
so many sheep for the slaughter, and the field is getting broader.
oh ! i love the sheep so young and fair, who strut around without a care.
always thinking " it can't happen to me "but this old fox they do not see.
i get them while they're in their prime- they try to think but don't have time
this old foxx is about to leave its lair- so you young sheep ' YOU BEST BEWARE "
(c) L . RAMS 070715
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yellow lemon
green apple
red raspberry
orange orange
/\/\/\/\
grey goose
pink flamingo
red robin
raven raven
\/\/\/\/
gold fish
blue whale
red snapper
salmon salmon
/\/\/\/\
black panther
brown bear
Redd Foxx
sable sable
\/\/\/\/
copper head
black mamba
red racer
snake skin
/\/\/\/\
black man
white man
red skin
human
\/\/\/\/
zebra stripes
leopard spots
diamond back
rainbow trout
CHAMELEON
Thinking back to Red Foxx, always grabbing his heart
I'm coming to see you Elizabeth: then my mind wanders
Visions of someone jumping upon my bicycle cart as I, am in a dumpster ?
Searching for cans suddenly we hear them as, jumping out I begin to chase Joey....
Down an alley until, my old child's own heart, begins to burn while gasping for breath
Falling unto his knees the sun, caressing my cheeks; David Bowie's, it's in the way of my eyes
Plans for everyone striking chords muttled voices blurry, silhouettes a distant siren wails; pavement
Cold yet warm the pillow she's gone while, baby smiles; one last glimpse sparkling, gossamer wings her sparrow.
i wanna vent like Bukowski
but the censors won't let me
be heard
won't let me cock my hat
and unload my gun
won't let me
be heard
i wanna howl like Ginsberg
but the censors don't like
my words
my swagger Redd Foxx like
when allowed to write
my words
i bet i could keep you up at night
if you allowed me to
be heard
watch and listen to
tim deegan weather reports
and miss jaime foxx
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