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The four letter words that barrel from out of your mouth
Could put a sailors reputation into serious doubt
What spews to the surface is what brews within
Do you kiss your mother with those nasty lips
You say everyone's doing it so what's the harm in you
If I showed you the bridge would you jump off too
As you sit in your wonder at the fuss and the fight
I'll let you in on a secret, two wrongs don't make a right
Seems these days cursing is rampant and free
As we're running in place to get where we need to be
But in the end it's a loss to us all
If you can't curb the tongue then what can you control
Next time there's a fire, try not to cook
Put the recipes back with every name in the book
Then the new words that come from your mouth
Won't make us all cringe when they come spilling out
Written for all children that suffer from abuse,child trafficking
neglectfulness,and any kind of child abuse, my heart bleeds
for our children...
Dear God:
what did I do wrong?
I'm weak and little
while they're so big and strong
Dear God:
what can I say?
and Lord why
do I have to pay?
Heavenly Father:
I just get in their way
there's cussing and fighting
and drinking all day
Dear God:
I pray please keep me safe
till this night ends
and a new day breaks
Dear God:
my tears have dried
I'm broken and hurt
and as I wonder
what's my life worth
Dear God:
as I slowly die
welcome me home
to be by your side
Father in Heaven:
suffer this child
as I come home to you
and forgive them Lord
they know not what they do...
See them coming down the street
Dancing with a passion that is very deep
Hands waving in the air
People cheering far and near
Voices shouting out of control
And the music is playing very loud
Chatter and laughter, cussing and swearing
Everything is wrapped up in the mix
Bang, bang, bang, the sound from
Domino hitting the table circulates through the room
Hands and heads banging on wall
And contention echoes through the hall way
The men playing domino in the corner
Burst out in laughter and said, “what the f***k
is going on?
“Give me a glass of rum” another one shouts
Men and women, boys and girls
Dressed up in all types of fancy clothes
Fine hair do, polished nails and toes
Fashionable designs jumping on hips
And red lipsticks all over the women’s lips
I wonder what this is all about?
Is it the New Jerusalem coming to town?
All types of body style rolling down the street
in the sweltering sun heat
I can recall when the heaven was tall
And the minstrel parade the street all night
While dancing around the mystical candle light
Noisy people, noisy street dragging the devil off its feet
How much longer will this masquerade continues?
Hollywood spectacle and the media DE battle
Scores of journalist lined out on the floor
Listening tentatively and waiting for more
The grilling and the chilling,
The nervousness and the temper
Swirling up and down the chair
Yes they are asking for more
And crowd is anxiously waiting,
Hearts are beating and sweat is dripping
Then suddenly a voice shouts
“Guilty!”
A sudden silence saturated the room
And the voice spoke again
“Guilty! On several count”
Then a roaring sound engulf the room
And an angry voice shouts;
“What took you so long?
We knew the verdict all along”
The banging increased
And the pressure decrease
and the voice continue to speak
“I can grant you pardon
but I want you out now!”
The roaring crowd gathers in the street
Resonating a message that is very deep
The trumpet blow the last sound
And the minstrel escort the verdict out of town
In the Chicken Coop
4/23/2015
In the chicken coop in our side yard
When I was just a child
My siblings taught me how to cuss
It drove my mother wild
We went into the Chicken house
And climbed upon the perch
Then said some words you never heard
On Sunday while in church
We said them way too loudly
Just laughing all the while
What happened next you'll never guess
It did not make us smile
My mother yelled come in the house
For dessert we had some hope
We went in hoping for the best
Got our mouths washed out with soap
The lesson learned for me that day
Here and now I have to tell
If your mother calls when cussing
Be smart and run like hell
cussing bout
sumthang wrong
guess I better look into
getting it fixed
the problem comes with
instuctions
these intructions
are the jinx
cussing bout sumthang special
tired of crawling
on my knees
call up
ole bouis Gembo
ask him to
come help me please
we sip sodas
and talk bout whiskey
drag onna coupla cigers two
flip thru manuels
to find out
how to do
he karate chops
the sawhorse
bends my wrench with him
bare hands
" I say Bouis
you need sum loving
I'm soory I can't help you Man
Gembo makes it simple
he grabs the bolts
and takes ah squeeze
when he couldn't
find a vise
he simply used his knees
I gasped and wondered
and grab the rest of my stuff
I noticed he was looking for a shorter
crowbar
and went out to my truck
" I say , Gembo
look now,
that a very special rod"
he looked of and said okay
getting leverage aint that hard
he put on a pair gloves
not to scratch his pretty hands
he used his hands to pry it open
and chocked the space
with his soda can
Sheila’s turn tonight. She had reserved the family brain a week ago.
Her brother Slade thought it was his turn. Hid the keys to it.
Furious, she pranced up and down on his head and neck, screaming.
Mom and Dad got into the fray. Dad on her side, Mom all about Slade.
The whole family was scrapping and cussing now; Tom on porch.
Her date, Tom was a good boy, from a family with a dendrite highway.
He came by to see what was taking her, for she was supposed to pick him up.
She came to the door, slammed it open, and slapped him hard in the cheek.
He spun around, and she kicked him without class, in the petootie.
He landed in the middle of the driveway, saddened, and confused.
Stay up! You Willydicknoodlepucker! She yelled from the porch.
Who was that? Grandpa McWin asked from an oak tree branch.
Who the squatgobber dingleberrynickens are you? Sheila yelled at Tom.
Tom gathered up his keys and ran toward his mom’s house.
Sheila called him ten minutes later to ask where the hell he was.
Reminder to not date girls whose family had to share limited dendrites.
She left him a voice mail. “It is my turn to have the family brain.
I finally got the keys away from my brother. I will pick you up in ten.”
Was that ten hours? Ten minutes? Ten years? He was furious now.
Mom, he asked, “Whose turn is it to have the comprehension tonight?”
Te quiero , I love You,Ti amo,
there have been
songs endearing
some worth sharing
some I dare not
romantic lyrics
sounds you hear it
I Love You sounds great
when your the number one guy
tell me I love you
when I'm bruised by
your loving
and I'll ask myself why
Fussing and cussing all about
with a tear in my eye
and you say I'm foolish
and I ask myself why
You lied to me when You said you loved me
you lied to keep your cheating going on
you lied to keep me
You lied to turn me off
hard pillows are romantic
Cold beds aren't good for love songs
everybody wants to write us
speak us in a thrid persons part
you keep on amusing them
you rebreaking my heart
tell ya'll love can be dangerous
infedility makes it dangerous
emotional destress
eroded feelings too
complications about everything
what up wiff me and you
aint no advice that heals a
bruised up heart
finding someone else
when
things go wrong
often prevents a new psoitive start
Tell ya'll
some love is dangerous
complications make it dangerous
undecided situations
are dangerous
some situations are dangerous
Written by:
Scat Dingle and the ShoeFly Player
From the aldum "Me So Fly"
From Adlid Album Company
"studio Gangster"and " BlueLight Socailite"
were fused with samples from
"Big Greasy Woman" by; "That Baddass Mizzo"
of Frizzle_Ghee's Music Company
Lyric and Strings and Horns
written and Arranged by
O.G."sonata form" BigBank
of CounterPoint Music Company
"Jive Woman" was performed by the Capon Sister's
with Dingo Danny Smiles upfront
dueling guitars performed
by
"Badass Millie Jam's and Disco BoomBass
of Boom-Bah Music
with horns and strings arranged and conducted by
Greasy Mist and The Love Right Band
"her Massage" has samples from
"just Groovin" by Misty Blue and Pink Thongs and Them
of Evening Star Music a Dynamic Music Company LLC.
Secretly, I watch the neighbors,
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again;
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down,
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house,
leaving me alone,
to spy on the neighbors.
Date: 8/28/2018 What the Hell Throw One In John Lawless, Sponsor
funny how we are here
naked and laughing at the fact that we once loathed each other
the kicker is people think we still cannot stand the sight of each other
now look at us....licking and loving each other down like crazed maniacs
funny how we are here
man how we used to go at it face to face and nose to nose
the fire that we made could have burned down a whole city without blinking
now look at us....giving in the the fire in our eyes for each other....in secret
funny how we are here
air conditioner on and all shiny from the steamy lovesweat
there was a time when the only lying we would do is to our respective friends to get away from the other
now look at us....not wanting to go and wishing for the night to last longer
funny how we are here
shower running and seductively teasing each other for the purpose of elongation
thinking back, the only water we experienced from each other was the spittle from the other when we were cussing each other out
now look at us....expressing vulgarities in the name of love....
Beyond the maple hills that have fought many storms,
gales don't disturb the meadow of grape hyacinths:
observe the Aurora Borealis paint the soft azure sky
into a glittering, robust gold which the fading moon envies
as thick dew starts dripping from them like idle rain often does...
Over there a varicolored aura of glitter always appeared,
and from a run-down shack blue grass was played on time...
drunken with buck beer, the big fellow with frizzy, red hair
anxiously stepped outside and started the ritual of vain fools:
thinking that fire would have burned the Earth and he would have died.
Bobtails watched him and wondered what made
his face so red and his dirty feet miss a step as he fled
to reach the meadow of grape hyacinths to cry out and curse God,
but his cussing nobody heard while his anger increased into the unfolding dawn...
exhausted from screaming he got up listening to a rustling sound coming from behind.
He looked around and saw nothing moving,
" It must be a squirrel searching for food, " he thought to himself
then a swishing wind knocked him down and an eagle swooped down to seize his beer,
" From now on, I'll never return to the meadow of grape hyacinths! " he vowed.
As time went on, he forgot his promise to never go back,
but one spring morning getting up early to watch the brilliant dawn from his shack,
he remembered the meadow of grape hyacinths and with the strong urge of seeker...
he raced there to catch the last rays of that sunrise to proclaim himself its keeper.