Lets be really clear
A crystal clear plan to get near the man
Just Follow the titty twister
Just follow the hooha hurriCAN
Follow as sure as you stand
On two feet we dominate
On two knees we congregate
With a Gang of my precious baby friends in my face
In the foot race in the first race
I place fate on a sure thing
On the street the heat sits
On 4 wheels at least
So many more wheels on the beast
What is the HooHa HurriCAN
What is the titty twister
She looks just like your sister
And your best friends sister too
A really big sister crew full of sister
We knock on a 454
We ball on cams and lifters
Positraction on the main attraction
Attracted the sister
We are twisted insane and laughing
Were twisted insane and laughing
Even though the girls got me trapped
in I keep ing rappin
Surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure,
bring it on, union or naught, clocked watchers,
measures measure, pound for pound, face to face,
Curt or wordy, conscience be top-notchers,
as precious song of convenience, eeks breath.
Stage of a day's bliss follow edge to edge,
affair due course of day's light, naught Macbeth.
Fingered tip trace a fashioned grin, lips wedge
made verse presets rhythmically, whispers
to soft caressed, infant coos to gold.
A mime mimics, entertainment lifters,
puppy love hugs, sweethearts caress, gramps hold.
Be he the fourth wiseman of the Magi?
Ascends a moon, grays an eye-fools goodbyes.
Weight Lifters try to wait,
Then, try lifting a weight;
For minutes choose to think
To with commonsense link...
For a time stand aside
To from enemies hide;
For long minutes you pray
And you shall demons slay...
Also for hours sleep
And life, again, is cheap...
In all do not things rush:
Bad way to problems hush
I am no fashion model and that’s for sure
I need to do a lot of work to be a Size 4
Feeling pretty and petite is for what I strive
But I am far from being a Size 5
Eating yogurt, salad, celery and carrot sticks
I will never in my lifetime be a Size 6
Always feeling down and praying to god in heaven
Asking him why have I never been a Size 7
Constantly downing myself and questioning my fate
Why don’t I stand tall and have a figure to fit a Size 8
Restrictions,diets,sugar substitutes,everything in moderation just give it time
All the while killing myself trying to be a Size 9
Buying butt lifters and waist trainers trying to fit in
Lord knows it’s a lot of work trying to be a Size 10
Never been a Size 11 or 12 although I could fit a 13 comfortably at one point in time
But having my four babies helped me jump past a 14 into Size 15/16 depressing but I’ll be fine
Then it hit me I finally see
God made me this way because I am a PERFECT SIZE ME
with small teeth
carry heavy loads
strength's no test
weight lifters
all are champions
in this world
no defeat
no comparison
ants' missions
Sky Father is angry this spring
Across the street, back and forth
Brother squirrel races
To fallen friends, unfortunate
In their travels
My tomato friends patiently
Wait, shelf-bound, at home depot
June 7th...
Finally, a break!
Stakes shived weeks ago
Hear me coming!
Welcoming their heirloom mates
Goliath, Black Krim, and Mortgage Lifters
All settle in, my hands busy
Remembering
Favorite herbs, Thai Basil, Lemon Thyme
And forgotten Sage, guard the
Corners
My bean pole teepee, long a
Staple of my garden
Still waits, for the soak
To settle
06/08/13
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Galaxie 500
Teenage boys pile into the rusted and dented
maroon sedan from another time.
The 292 with mechanical lifters comes to life with the rasp of a muffler
whose days are more than numbered.
Sounds of freedom and rebellion bellow from a stolen 8 Track.
Time to escape the mundane…
Time to push the limits of consciousness and sanity.
As we drift the airborne car comes down with a crash — steering hard avoids a tree.
The smell weed, beer, burnt oil and rubber fill the air.
Once again we have landed and are back to the past.
angelic kisses from the missus,
no it wasn't she?
bludger had some spiky whiskas
awful bugger werent a 4 me,
watch out for dem shirt-tail lifters,
bugger off stop bugging me...
re: 'sweet nothings' Dave Williams...
good on ya mate.....Don
love is sweet, but incomplete,
if ya strike a gal
with whiskers neat:(
Francine's poem
hurting still in memory,
been there too at the gate,
is ya gonna jump old mate,
then got a little grin,
it might hurt,
a bloody sin,
made me hesitate...
no consolation:(
loves ya babe!...
Had been dumped, love of me life, hey:)
crossing the bridge,thoughts at play,
ridge e didge i was going that day,
but it looked cold n wet,
might hurt i thought, hey,
so i walked home at 3am,
been working the Jet club,
a bouncer in the valley,
soon not short of love,
the sad n distracted soon came to my door,
the numbers piled up till no room for more,
abused quite often by shielas 4 sure,
shirt lifters abounded, dirt track riders haw haw:)
Don Johnson rambles on..17-aug-11
Woofter
A woofter is a fella
Dressed like a shiela in drag
The woofter don’t know if
He’s the shaggee or the shagg
The shiela gets born into a boys body, drat,
So she’s out there chasing fellas
but she can’ find where they at…
so Joe comes on to you and you back up to the wall
keep them shirt lifters away from me
don’t sound like any fun at all
so are you are a male wanting to be female,
or viccy verka
Don Johnson
I heard the Lords’ concern today
over many who’ve walked away.
I watched a tall young preacher say
to pursue those who’ve gone astray.
I remember a phrase He said,
That we‘re “Lifters of the Fallen”,
we’d reach out as divinely led-
so that they would hear Him calling.
Many be that God wants to use,
yet they have long since turned aside.
Stubbornly they hold to their views,
refusing His call to abide.
Restless sheep for pastures beyond
those tended by the Shepherds’ care,
Their straying hearts for false gods long-
discontent is their lot to share.
For the fallen, those such as these,
it is that all we are yet come.
That we would yet see as He sees
recalling what He saved us from.