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I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable
You don't see what I see.
You don't feel what I feel.
The truth is quite evident,
It's not concealed. The
Burdens you have are
Not light. Your own battles
You're trying to fight. You
Will be brutalized until you
Won't make a sound all
Because you refused to
Leave town and you continue
To clown around. On your
Menu, there is a three course
Meal, first of lies, of profane
Speech then you getting beat
Into a shameful defeat all
Because you refused to
Answer the call. Tonight
You'll go down for the ultimate
Fall. Like" Humpty Dumpty
Sat on the wall, Humpty
Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and
All the king's men couldn't
Put Humpty back together
Again. It will be Rotten Rodney
Stood on the block,Rotten
Rodney ran his mouth
Nonstop, Rotten Rodney
Saw a gun cocked, and
Then his jaws locked,
But it was too late to stop,
Rotten Rodney got thrown
In a luxury car headed
To South BR, with mouth
Taped and arms roped
Together. The change
In weather begins:
It goes to raining cats
And dogs from sprinkling.
They throw you out
Of the car in a secluded
Area and start beating
You like a thug beats
Pussy until you scream
Louder than a multi-
Orgasmic ho and twitch
Around on the natures
Moist muddy floor, and you
Beg for them not the beat
You no more unlike the ho.
Rotten Rodney rolls down,
A steep hill as boulders,
Bang his head and he's,
Literally dead. The gang
Of about ten dudes don't
Feel that it is enough
Bruises or blues for the
Wannabe OG so they
Begin taking turns
Stomping him, blowing
The scent of pine on
His wounds, pouring
Liquor on him, pissing,
And pooing on him.
Firing a gun near his
Legs so a series of
Bullets ring through
So he won't be able
To move and groove
Back in the duffy city
Of BR. They load him
In the trunk of the
Luxury car to dump
Him in a ditch near
Gardere another
Rough part of town
That is how you
Rotten Rodney
Tonight go down.
12-29-10
Form:
He hung around the bars in town
An’ sometimes in the jail
No one cared about his problems –
Nobody paid his bail.
His life went on without much change
He just got pushed aside
Then one day in fifty seven
We saw his other side.
That mornin’ he woke up sober
He shaved an’ combed his hair
Pressed his pants an’ shined his boots
An’ breathed the mornin’ air.
No one knew what got into him
He’s always up an’ down
But he knew what had woke him up
The rodeo’s in town
Bulls and Bronc’s to ride, calves to rope
There was so much to do
He signed his name to do ‘em all
An’ felt himself brand new.
The cowboys seemed to know him well
An’ slapped him on the back
We’d always called him “Rummy Joe”-
They called him Mister Jack.
We all watched with eyes wide open
As he won three of four –
An’ won the “All Around” of course
We were stunned to the core.
I stopped a cowboy by the gate
An’ asked about his friend
He hadn’t seen him for awhile
Didn’t know where he’d been.
They’d rodeo’d for fifteen years
Goin’ from town to town
He was a champion ‘til his wife
Ran off with Chuck the Clown.
Well he caught up with Chuck the Clown
Down by the Rio Grande
He shot him until he got tired –
Buried him in the sand.
The judge who tried him for the deed
Traveled from town to town
He loved to watch the rodeo
But hated all the clowns
So Mister Jack got thirty days
Clown’s gal could only frown
The judge said justice had been served
The Jack shot the clown
So that’s the tale of Mister Jack
He’s up but once was down
You’ll notice when he rides the bull
There ain’t no clown around
Things aren't the same when you’re not around
I have no one to laugh with,
Or pick me up when I am feeling down.
No one to smile with, and clown around,
No one, to call my pal.
Love is great, but sometimes it will turn you into a fool
It will take your friends away,
And sometimes make you quit school.
It’s a race against the blind,
And I cannot fathom what to do;
I hate when you go away,
You just don’t act like you.
Poor decision making and impulsive actions
Make you even more of a fool,
Can’t you see what you do?
Your loved ones miss you.
You don’t even have a clue,
What you do
When you’re not around.
You break others hearts
And turn their smiles into frowns.
As their hearts shatter and fall to the ground
They cling to the floor, as their tears poor out.
But what else can they do?
When all they miss is you
And you make no effort at all, to see them or answer there calls;
Right before they begin to fall.
No, you leave them alone with broken hearts, shattered memories that make them fall apart.
But you do not care
Your head is full of air
And your heart with love for another , who isn't your friend nor your mother
Love can destroy a friendship that was supposed to last forever
Love is sick,
Love is cruel,
And sometimes, so are you and the things that you do;
[To the tune of Superstar from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar]
All you drivers, listen up! You need a new plan.
Driving down the highway, you gotta use both hands.
Tweeting on your iPhone in your minivan.
Gotta lose that Starbucks now, ‘cuz your Venti ain’t grand.
Trying to eat a bowl of chili? What in tarnation?
Gotta have a better plan to reach your destination.
(Put the burger down) Put the burger down
Don’t you clown around) Don’t you clown around
(Or you’re going down) Or you’re going down
(Gonna crash in town) Gonna crash in town
(So what can I eat?) So what can I eat?
(Don’t wanna mess the seat) Don’t wanna mess the seat
(Don’t wanna use my knees) Don’t wanna use my knees
(Oh, can you help me, please?) Oh, can you help me, please?
[CHOIR]
Cheese is nice, don’t think twice
It comes in strings, so that’s good advice
Cheese is nice, fairly priced
Still got one hand for your comms device
Cheese is nice, in the car
Chili? A spoon? Man, that is bizarre!
Cheese is nice, in the car
Hands on the wheel and you will go far
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to the tune of Superstar
from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar
written on 03/13/2022
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
everybody loves a good story so here it goes dont nobody know what goes on in your soul dont nobody walks and runs in your shoes dont nobody feel your pain when you trying not to go in sane in the main brain trying to game sanity security while keeping a smile from becoming a frown so you start to clown around know one hears the empty sounds of your years of tears not even close when the bottle is half empty and you felt all alone and the flashes past and present start to play over in your mind you find rethinking it all dont want to be labeled unable to try not to worry and be happy life is a short challenge that has to be over come we only get one chance to turn it around making a dollar out of fifty cents makes up for a wake up take up the slack that those before you refused to lean back carry the name proudly we stand divided we all fall reach for the stars for that is our birth right so we can open the gate of our fate threw the straight narrow road not to many make it down that road but they are there to cheer and pull us threw pick up dust your self off and live the life those before us set strong line men woman we are the good story
In our little Arkansas Dover town, we never clown around, about the sacrifice
Christmas is about Christ, and his great love, which suffices
We live and let live, to our charities we give, for in heaven above
It's all about Love, refining one's self, to enjoy in Dove, who is love
We put down the mind of strife, we celebrate Christ's birth
The sacrifice, `tis about life, and knowing it’s worth
Increasing our unction, never to wane, the Lamb's fame
In public we still pray, at our functions we still say, “in the Name”
In celebration of Love's life, we give up, all of our means
No hazing, it's amazing, all over town, Nativity scenes
To suffices our worship, the special day is necessary
Signs of heaven, Love's leaven, the Babe, and mother Mary
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, some don't want to get even close, (or near)
For they fear, the special day of love's cheer, unto Christ, so dear
Have a very, very, merry, Christmas, Devonshire, to heaven for sure, and to all at Soup
Now year is close to over, don't be a rover, please visit Dover, “old Moses love scop”
10-16-09 For Carolyn's Christmas contest
4th placement
once to divin lovers
nothing to separate them not the world
when they set a converstation, their lips would curl
they would smil, when they were together nothing could put them down
not so much as a frown
the boy would clown around
the girl would enjoy
the two, madily in love, nothing could separate them, not the world
but hell turned its eyes on true love
saten stared with a grin, ideas to separate these two doves
one day the boy walking along found a rose the color, black
so he set back
ideas in his head
that he would not dread
once home he come upon his wife
on the floor a knife
she had cut her throat opening a package
that on the label said love forever
a marriage cake
what a fate
days later he couldnt take it
this had to be it
so with that same rose
in his hand
and in the other, a note, one so cleaver
it said and i quote "Love Forever"
and with that knife, rose to his throat, same bloody knife
on that night, same place, beside the cake
lay the two makes
the moral of the story, love the one special some one, always
and never give up, no matter when death is over do this couple loved
through and through
Form:
(To American Protesters)
Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game
Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name,
Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion,
Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to reach their own aim.
Let others sleep or clown around. We know who he had in mind
Who first introduced Republic1 — not these fools who have no shame,
Not lawyers, or politicians, or dealers, sunk in the ditch
Of legal fraud and truthful lies, our dignity to defame.
With these seekers of private wealth in the name of their nation
This fallen world shall not prosper; it shall sure burst into flame.
True devoted scholars we need who rely on native means,
Not robbers looking for riches outside their own inland frame.
Let’s not take part in these fool games. They ‘are not’ the s.h.i.t they claim.
Once we are fooled, for four odd years ourselves we shall have to blame.
10.23.’20
1. See Plato’s Republic.
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