Bang the taut drum
Thrum-thrum
Conundrum
Pound sand
Ain’t it grand
Conundrum
Hit the bricks
Pay for your fix
Conundrum
Drive off a cliff
Life is an IF
Conundrum
Weather is weird
Climate is feared
Conundrum
**
Snow, snow, you have to go.
My patience with you is at an all - time low.
Pack your bags and hit the road.
Take your iceberg and go, go, go.
Come on, sun, turn up the heat.
I'm so sick of this cold and sleet.
Hey, Mr. Sun, Send down your rays.
I'm fed up with gloom and haze.
Come on, spring, it's time to shine.
The robins are here; there are plenty of signs.
Now, Mr. Winter, hit the bricks.
You've been evicted, and NO! More tricks
Written on 3/17/2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 2
~~ 1st ~~
Sing a song, laugh at a joke;
Pray a prayer, drink a toast;
Sip a cupp’a tea, walk a country mile;
Sit and ponder life for a while.
A morning Joe before you go;
Hit the bricks to earn some dough;
Smile a lot to make them wonder,
The secret of your happiness.
Kiss your wife, hug your child;
Say I love you, say I’m sorry;
See a ballgame, root like wild;
Catch a fish and never worry.
Vote your conscience, donate your time;
Phone a friend, spend a dime;
Pay your bills, down a Pil’s;
Mix it all together, your life will rhyme;
Don’t need new sneakers
‘cause you’ll never find your feet
Don’t need no lock ‘n’ key
You got the worst house on the street
You gambled everything
And got busted, broke and beat
Your luck was runny
Now you got no money
Don’t bother makin’ up yo mind
You got no choice
You got no pull, got no sway
And you ain’t got no voice
No rainbows in the sky
Under which you can rejoice
It’s not too sunny
When you don’t have money
So you traced your evil
Back to its root
And fully resisted
Forbidden fruit?
Well ain’t you clever
And ain’t you cute
Why you haven’t offed yourself,
I can’t compute
Some people set aside
Retirement pensions
Some people stay awhile
In houses of detention
You have success –
It’s just in a state of suspension
Ain’t fate funny
When you don’t have any money?
Hit the bricks, pal
You couldn’t close a window
Couldn’t hit water if you fell from a boat
Couldn’t keep up with your shadow
Looks like you’d better
Get used to this gutter –
A far cry from the meadow
Full of fawns and furry bunnies
Now that you’ve lost the money
There once was upon a time
Stories written out of rhyme
Swirling yellow rows of bricks
Munchkins Witches playing tricks
House that fell in lady slippers
Hit the bricks cracks and chippers
Celebration follow the road
Starts the skip for this ode
Never seen me I was there
I'm the guy that does repair
All those scratches kept it yellow
Fix the road I'm the fellow
On the four way intersection
Found you there your direction
Only problem straw hair oil
Picked it up with Toto coil
Raked up leaves soft and floppy
While you slept among the poppy
Road to city gloss and shiny
That's my shift only tiny
Asked the Oz to help today
Sent on road now it's grey
Watch yourself on this trip
Road less travelled not much grip
By the way they took my cart
Need to get back where I start
I'll stick around until you're done
Ruby slippers should be fun
Here we go, The pains back again.
So what do I do, Grab the paper and pen.
I want to talk, But where do I start.
All I have is this pain in my heart.
I have fought with my mom. And dad hit the bricks.
Now I live in agony, And the pain never quits.
My uncle died while I was trying to save his life.
Having to watch his children's tears, Haunts me every night.
Nothing ever happens. At least nothing good.
When your life is filled with pain, You can't expect it would.
I usually deal with this pain, "All on my own".
now I share some of it, With you through this poem...
I just wrote this about my friend
Who just changed his name on my social site
to Wyld Wood.
When I'm discussed and I feelin' down
I just hit the bricks and leave this town
And head for Wyld wood
Where's Wyld wood
When I'm bored, with nothin' to do
I just take a hike and I head for you
Mr Wyld Wood
Mr Wyld Wood
Cause there is nothun' better in this whole life
Then drinkin' and jokin' all through the night
With Mr Wyld Wood
Yes, Wyld Wood
Wyld wood
Yes, Wyld Wood
Don't worry, I don't lie
I don't even try to make you cry
That's only coincidence
Just play along
Play my game
Don't worry, this game is fun
If you don't play we're done
So get ready
Just play along
Play my game
You play my game even though it's bad
I'm happy and I laugh even when you're sad
So beautiful, so easy
Just keep playing
Keep playing my game
You don't even realize this game isn't right
You don't resist, if you don't play we'll fight
You love me too much
Just keep playing
Keep playing my game
I'm done with you, leave, hit the bricks
No wait, come back, please stay till six
The other doesn't come over till then
Just keep playing
Keep playing my game
Now you can leave, I've found someone new
Hit the road, this is your cue
I'll hit you up for a good time though
So stay ready
We'll play again
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