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Dedicated in memory of Mr Dangerfield, Rodney.
He was a comic few will ever forget.
He is most known probably for his classic routine;
"I Don't Get No Respect.
When I was born the doctor delivered to my parents the very sad news.
"We tried everything, but I'm sorry, he managed to pull through."
I Don't Get No Respect.
I remember taking my first steps so vividly
and then dear old Dad tripping me.
I Don't Get No Respect.
I asked Dad if I could go ice skating on the lake with all of the others.
He then said to me, "Wait until it gets warmer."
I Don't Get No Respect.
My mother practiced this form of birth control constantly.
Whenever Dad wanted sex, she'd show him a picture of me.
I Don't Get No Respect.
"I lost my parents. Do you think we'll ever find them?" I cried.
"I don't know," said the policeman, "There's so many places they can hide."
I Don't Get No Respect.
In the kidnapper's note to my parents for ransom
it read, "Give us five thousand dollars or you'll see your kid again."
I Don't Get No Respect.
Last night, my wife wearing a sexy negligee met me at our front door all alone.
There's just one problem with this scenario. She was coming home.
I Don't Get No Respect.
My wife phoned and said, "Come on over. There's nobody home."
When I arrived, guess what? There was nobody home.
I Don't Get No Respect.
During sex my wife always wants to talk to me.
She called me from a hotel recently.
I Don't Get No Respect.
One day I came home from work early
and saw a man run naked jogging past me.
I asked, "Why are you jogging naked buddy?"
He replied, "Because you came home early."
I Don't Get No Respect.
"What'll ya have?" the bartender asked me.
Indecisive I replied, "Just surprise me."
So he pulled out a naked photo of my wife for me to see.
I Don't Get No Respect.
I went to a hooker, thinking it might be nice.
When I dropped my pants, she dropped her price.
I Don't Get No Respect.
My psychiatrist said that I'm going crazy.
"I'd like a second opinion," I replied to she.
"Very well," she said, "You're also ugly."
I Don't Get No Respect
I told my psychiatrist, "I'm going to kill myself when I get the chance."
She told me I'll have to start paying her well in advance.
I Don't Get No Respect.
No Respect At All.
I've had enough of all of this.
This is my final curtain call."
Mother was a beautiful soul. I miss her so.
Mother was a beautiful woman and girl, go
On and on I could. I would but there's Dad.
Most of the time he was happy, sometimes sad.
His big belly would belly laugh, grinning ear to ear.
I hear his booming voice still in the still of night tears.
Creeping out of house, quiet as a church mouse
To walk and talk with friends. Coming into house
One night, Dad offered to make me some pancakes.
He thought I had insomnia. I didn't corrrect his mistake.
Mother let me walk around the block smoking my cigarette.
Been doing it for forty-three years without any regret.
Mother would hide in the kitchen pantry to be funny.
She lived in Jacksonville, Florida - so warm and sunny.
She'd cook the most wonderful buffet dinners.
She was no sinner. Just a winner. My dad too.
He taught me how to tie my shoes and beat the blues.
He taught me how to tell time and do chores for a dime.
Childhood was a wonderful time for me. I was freedom.
Kingdom comes, wonderful things come to those who wait.
At the Golden Gate I will see Saint Peter, Jesus and God.
My body is bread, my blood is wine. No shrine have I built.
I have sinned. I have grinned. My life is without any guilt.
One brother was born of my Mother and Dad. I'm glad
I had the chance to love him with all my heart before he
Passed on. He's with Mother and Dad now. I'm still me.
A new family with kids and grandkids, a husband, father.
On my new journey now, I will go ever farther and farther.
it was after midnight, and i won't soon forget
my dad was leaving, or so they said
laying there, his soul it seemed, wanted to be set free
it was hard, not something for all to see
when my father departed, i looked at stillness
i looked around, and i looked above
i saw a glimpse of what i thought was he,
it was just the reflection in the window of me
i looked further out, past my thoughts and prayers
only to realize my dad was already just a memory
as i looked back at him on that hospital bed
i tried hard to engrave his last breath, in my head
it looked like him, but it didn't feel like him
he was no longer there
as much as i wanted him back i knew he was elsewhere
...without a care
again, i stood to look out the window
and again the only sign of life were the palm trees,
they looked like brooms sweeping the midnight air
it is then that i saw life again, and i knew that he was there....
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