The reindeer games included basket ball
Guess who bruised his brain from a freaky fall
And broke his leg all in vain, his red nose raw
Rudolph is his name but he can’t answer calls
For Santa’s hot line rings but broken leg
Is just as bad as Rudolph’s bruised head
But he has an idea maybe work from home
By delivery service of his silver drone.
He called the Viagra hot line shouting: "It's fallen and i can't get it up".
Sitting in silence
Trying to be patient
After standing in a hot line
For a hot meal
Instead of playing with hot wheels
With memories of being thrown
Into a dumpster
To dive for food as a 3 year old
Before they started bleaching produce to kill us
To protect us from the precious garbage.
We knew we could get sick from it
Do not poison our food to protect us.
This night in church i wonder
Why must I pray for food?
Big Bully
You cut deep its what you do. No knife it's words you use. You pick on the different pray on the weak. You treat them as if their beneath your feet. You enjoy each time you make them cry. You've labeled them worthless their begging to die. You call them horrible made up names. That's someones child but you feel no shame. Maybe she's heavy and it can't be helped. Maybe she's quiet from a secret that's kept. Maybe he's lost and can't find his way. Maybe she rebels because things you say. But who are you human just like me. God doesn't like ugly and that's all he sees. You play judge jury and executioner. You sliced her up and no one to defend her. You pick and laugh and point and stare. You make them feel as no one cares. Suicide hot line their new best friend. Except for the ones who's life found its end.
She looks out the window and sees him in the distance.
So much fear inside leaves no room for resistance.
If she ran right now she might be able to get away.
With every broken rib she's nothing more than a cliche.
She was once a strong woman, and could stand on her own.
Now he's broken her will and more than one bone.
Run, run, run her mind screams in shear terror.
She unlocks the door without so much as a prayer.
Maybe this time will be different and he won't be mad.
Somehow she has to tell him he's about to be a dad.
She should have taken that card and called the hot line.
Her whole world changed as soon as she got the plus sign.
If she can make it thru the night she'll pack up and leave.
Somewhere deep inside she knows that's only make believe.
She's his till the end, come hell or high water.
There's nothing anyone can do about the oncoming slaughter.
The National Domestic Violence
Hot Line 1-800-799-7233
he Was an abusive man and led her by the hand
Took her to a room and beat her till she was black and blue
In fear she didn’t know what to do , so she called the
ABUSIVE HOTT LINE – they told her to come in and she’d be fine.
With this group there was no hesitation
They filled out the reports and took her to the police station.
A restraining order was filed to protect her and her child.
He had done this many times before and they let him walk out the door.
No others had filed charges against him and he’d walk out with a grin.
But with her he could not be within fifty yards
Otherwise he’d be charged.
The ABUSIVE LINE is open to everyone
Don’t wait till they have a gun.
The abuser wants to be in control of your mind, body and soul.
To them it’s the greatest power to control your every hour.
And put fear in your mind and keep you meek so you stay in line
No matter where you live you will find an ABUSIVE HOT LINE..
Reach out while you can and get yourself a helping hand.
© L . RAMS 041415
Thoughts of depression
Dying is easiest when
Living seems hardest
i strive for you baby
Justice raped by a State of Wetbacks
Justice be a Commanders first love
You are stuttering cap that bull, you give a full account
What render aide? aint that a law?
Wait look at the video tape
Well DA said I was a special case.
Hey its ok Dan, hell man I been up there with you
Looking hard studying ever face of my Jurors
My fury, my fault, I still fall hard Im sorry Sheriff's
S.O. be paid and served with high respects
Jefferson be a racist mofo in my book
I pass by you like Soputhern gentlemen do
Respect? well Sir i carry a sword too
And I remember her, yea 911 operator a hot line
And The Captain hes hell on wheels
trust me you dont want to be on his badside
I learned this the hard way
In cell 1 segergation 4 mnths
Seashells were awesome back then
My cousin Amys daughter drowned to death
My mom got my kids back from the state
Oh yea I was in 7 highspeed chases
And trust Justice she always served me well
So you wanna know my secret of my wardrobe success
It is all in my shopping habits I must confess
Why spend a fortune to look like a million bucks
I catch the bargains, I guess it's all in the luck
I am the only one in style as you can plainly see
Don't you wish you could dress like me
From hospital scrubs to camouflage capris
Just admit it, you are jealous of me
I notice so many of the females have no fashion sense
Look at my closet, so many clothes, I need a table of contents
I will soon open my fashion hot line
Just call 1-800-so-fine
Now a contractor will expand the closet for more wardrobe capacity
Don't you wish you could dress like me
Joan Rivers is now requesting I join the Red Carpet Fashion Police
She wants to bring me in instead of her niece
I tell sorry, there are so many women screaming for my help here
One example is Zena, her taste in fashion isn't too clear
I just won a Pulitzers prize for my book titled Queen, the Fashion Authority
With a little self discipline, you have a slim chance, if none, to be able to dress
like me
A burning liquid trapped just behind
Tears pushed forward and cheeks they find
A of blurring vision till all shapes merge
Water comes forth with a burning surge
Face glistening now with salty brine
As the tears drip down in one hot line
Rolling off my chin and drop to floor
My mind is broken I can take no more
My breath comes out racked and pained
As my will to live is slowly drained
My body shudders like a wounded beast
From this torture I beg to be released
The burning pain deep within my chest
In the very spot were my love did rest
The emptiness burns more than the tears
Nothing now can fight off my fears.
Alone I sit upon a cold hard floor
Small in this world and all it war
I’ll never feel safe like I was before
But I long to see her face once more