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I thought about this long and hard
In fact I thought about it all the time
What would happen to belly button lint
If you set the stuff on fire
I collected more than enough
Over the years to see this through
So I went and invited a few friends along
The word it spread and the crowd it grew
All the folk from the town came out
They'd been collecting belly button lint just like I had
Not quite as impressive a pile as mine
I guess I'm the biggest belly button lint dust collecting man
That's (B.B.B.L.D.C.M.) if you want to simplify who it is I am
You might think that's something to be proud of
And believe me when I say that I am
After I got through signing autographs
We proceeded with my grand plan
The crowd stepped up one by one
To toss their lint onto the pile
Coming close to blocking out the moon
As the pile grew ever higher
(Finally the time had come to light up
the famed belly button lint dust fire)
It was Frankie who spoke up first
And said he'd be honored to flick his bic
That was the very last time we saw any of him
Frankie and the lint lit up like a rocket ship
When the shock wore off I turned around
And saw the whole town up in flames
I've had a lot of great ideas before
I'm not quite sure this was one of them
I now live in a hippie commune in the woods
Since my towns no longer there
It's kind of lonely without Frankie around
Although there's still that lingering hint of burning hair
I no longer collect belly button lint these days
I sure learned my lesson with that
Haven't worked out the details of my next grand idea
But I can tell you it involves a big ball of my ear wax
Your ship will sink and your star will fall
So you'd better be prepared
I hope you're well seated when you hit that wall
And the spotlight dims its glare
You step from your car like a debutante
You have everything you could ever want
Have you stopped to consider the ones you snub
Are the ones that have put you there?
The diamond bracelet on your wrist
That accentuates your tan
Rakes the rocks across your skin
As you "shoo" away your fans
You've got more wealth than you could ever spend
But ya don't seem to have it when ya hear from a friend
And ya "won't be signing any autographs"
At the festival de Cannes
You must be aware that you're gettin' old
And ya bore the paparazzi (or so I'm told)
It's a pity your grace can't act for you
As well as your ego can.
Form:
What image does the word magic conjure up,
a prestidigitator or mystic spell?
Some say sorcery always needs a backup;
for wizards are tricksters with something to sell,
pretending to master the secrets of Hell.
Though illusionists' tricks deceive the eye,
hidden mirrors can't make real disappear.
They claim to levitate and seemingly fly;
honing their art for another grand premiere,
hawking their autographs as a souvenir.
Enchanters can enchant susceptible souls,
into believing their magic is real.
By exploiting reality's hidden holes,
they can manipulate how you think and feel;
turning ordinary into surreal.
Seemingly achieving the impossible;
magic and miracles share similar traits.
Both stretch the boundaries of what's possible,
contrary to what reality mandates;
and both have sparked philosophical debates./center>
My Shoe Collection
Shoes
Nice if you have them
Shoes
There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet
Shoes
I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes
Shoes
Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair
Shoes
If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own
Red Shoes
The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes
Blue Shoes
If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs
Shoes
Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets
Big Shoes
My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes
Shoe Sale
The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off
The Hookers Shoes
A good hooker
Never has used shoes
Academy a Wards
Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain
Shoe Diversity
They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter
Celtic Shoes
Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter
Miami Vice
Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years
The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper
The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play
The Shoeless Argentine
If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose
I’d been a singer for many, many years,
More often than not, at the local clubs and bars.
Then it happened one day, and through all the happy tears
I realized that I’d made it…I was finally a star.
I loved being noticed and written about by the press.
It was as if all of my dreams had come true.
I was as famous as they came, a huge success.
From high on my perch, I had a beautiful view.
For years, I made more money than I could possibly spend,
And I had the fortune of living the good life.
But it all came with a price, and in the very end
My fame took its toll on me, my kids, and my wife.
I didn’t mind the autographs once in a while,
And the scheduled appearances were also fun.
But as time went on, it got harder to keep a smile.
I just didn’t have enough to give to everyone.
I couldn’t go the park with my wife and kids
Without being surrounded by a bunch of fans.
It was amazing to see that no matter what I did
I couldn’t spend the day just being a normal man.
I just wanted to be able to go to the store
And go shopping with my family without the noise.
It got to the point where I couldn’t take any more.
I just wanted a normal life for my wife and boys.
As my friend once said, I’m a prisoner of my own fame.
He was right, you know…so I had to retire.
Things for me will never again be the same,
Which is great…my spirits have never been higher.
You're still looking mighty good
For being older than a century
It was nice to come and see you
It's always good with you and me
You sure have changed a lot these years
Maybe put on just a little weight
But then I have too of course
So it's okay
Your bountiful descendants
Have spread all through this land
Signing autographs around the world
Even Elvis was a fan
Rode out to the Mississippi
With one of your progeny
The trees passed beneath the moonlight
Me and him in harmony
Don't know exactly what you're made of
Some parts of you don't make sense
But I'm sure that you're the first one
'Cause I've seen the evidence
Hard to know how you got started
You're a bit of mystery
But it's still nice to come and see you
It's always good with you and me
Swing of the bat, contests
Fielders’ gloves, ball in motion,
Run, slide, throw - called safe!
Innings are by turns,
Dramatic or biding, boxscores
Revealing who’s up.
Catching foul ball strays,
Or in bleachers just catch rays,
Fans cheer, hoot and wave!
Hear “Smack!” a hit!
Vendors warble, “Peanuts and beer!”
Star spangled banner.
If you come early,
Ask for heros’ autographs,
Snap players’ faces.
Distance ‘tween bases,
Had to be divinely ordained,
Perfecting the game!
Whether the home team ,
Overcomes temporary calamity,
Makes or breaks dreams!
© Chaim Wilson
Super Turkey with his super gobbling vision and walking sticks,
Asked how he could help fix the crumbling skyscrapers in apocalypse
Good right now, the armed soldier said, attempting to send him away
He found some children who needed cheering, and he made their day.
Gave autographs, and he strutted down the runway making them laugh.
He’s almost as fun as our pals Super Elephant and Magical Giraffe!
Where will you live? He asked their parents, being concerned.
There is a village in the hills, where firewood is warmth, as it is burned.
Walked them through streets of rubble, careful not to step on glass.
Shards were everywhere, each burned out doorway that they passed.
How did you find us? Grandma Jo asked as he offered her a ride.
Her frail looking husband held on to his feathers, walking by her side.
I knew something had happened, Super Turkey told them with a bow.
I have, a sixth sense; something that works, yet I do not know how.
Piled quilts and pillows on Grandma Jo’s ample lap; she held tight.
Walked them to their destiny, then flew to Mars to help others that night.
Super Turkey, how can we ever thank you? They asked with love.
Just look at the stars and honor them; they are always up above.
He was humble and sincere, and made them feel better for sure.
For Super Turkey had an empathetic heart that was amazing and pure.
In a dusty bin, albums lie stacked, old and worn,
Yellowed with age, a few tattered pages hold pictures of a newborn.
Another bears autographs, a favourite band’s ink now faded,
With a young girl’s crush and tears, memories created.
Years of life captured through childhood and beyond,
Each image, a fragment echo of lives once vibrant, creating a bond.
Stories of laughter and love now unfold,
In fading photographs, only shadows remain untold.
Reminders of yesteryear we hold tight before they disappear,
A collection of memories, faces fading, but to the heart the feeling is still dear and near.
I posted my hair on instagram.
Not the actual hair but a bad photo of it.
It got three million hits in two days.
So now I am an Internet sensation?
I cannot walk down the street without
giving autographs. Someone pulled a lock
of my hair yesterday! Ouch!
My relatives saw my address, so they know
I no longer live in a van down by the river.
That’s the one bad thing about being an IS.
One mistake apparently, paying for it forever.
What is this? A check to advertise for Handy Dandy
Brush That Hair Company? One dollar and sixty-two cents!
I am taking a photograph of my worst cavities now.