Every evening I cuddle up
on the sofa and watch the News:
different stories, same crimes,
I'm better off catching flies,
while coffee is perking up,
I definitely need a cup
for a healthy heart
and think straight;
will all promises
turn to dust?
Happiness is gone from this city,
moods are soberer than misery;
get me a beer, it's comedy
on stage: drunk is Vinney!
Hey, the deficit is sky high,
wages aren't enough to buy
an Armani suit to look sharp
and avoid these horrible blues:
I hate the ticking of the clock!
If I think that everything is fine,
I'm being taken for a ride,
who can afford a ticket
to a musical show?
The only choice is a cigar
and I'll still miss the game at the bar,
wandering streets that are dark,
until I hit the empty park
and start sobering up;
watch out for that cop,
he'll tell you, " It's past midnight,
go home, sleep tight! "
I am a paranoid
with feet so cold;
at this hour, nothing is loud!
89 this month, the Bulls’ owner has no clue
who to trade or what to do
The product out there now on the floor
worth less than a syphilitic whore
Gave away the team’s brightest stars
rest of the league’s passing out cigars
Made Old, Slow Joe Biden look sharp
He should have left with MJ* – at the top
Jerry Reinsdorf, if you don't call it quits
At you, Bulls’ fans are itching to spit
*Michael Jordan, who left the Bulls back in 1998
When I ask him, 'Do you really love me'?
He thinks and says, 'Sure I always say 40-love when I play tennis with
you'.
Whenever I come home happy after my shopping spree,
He reminds me, 'Honey, Money does not grow on tree'.
Whenever I need some help in household chores,
He reminds me that his work domain is outdoors.
Whenever he works outside the house,
He moans and groans that I forgot my wedding vows.
Whenever I complain of being TV. sports widow during leisure times,
He wants me to be creative and pick up some hobby sometimes.
When the hour of romance comes on the anniversaries,
I expect gifts, flowers, hugs and kisses,
Instead I get a flower from the garden reminding me of my marriage
anniversary.
Whenever I am dressed up to go the parties and want him to look sharp,
He comes up with his favorite old shirt and baggie pants.
When I am mad on him for not listening to anything I say,
I think he is a son of a gun, what else I can say
Look around, lovers with temptations
are everywhere: do boy's shy eyes
charm a naive girl, who believes
they are true and that he tells no lies?
Think about nothing,
except me and assure me
our bond won't be broken;
think about nothing,
don't fall for anybody
who's kind of shady:
is he really a darling...
with good intention?
Guys like to look sharp
to make another conquest;
they love an elegant lady
who can play the harp...
they'll make a song request
to lure them too easily!
Think about nothing,
just stay closer to me
fun times is all they want
with nights of endless sex;
they feel no love, they show no guilt:
be as smart as Madam ex
to keep them trick them and free
yourself from false loving!
Sit-ups, planks, and crunches
My push-ups done in bunches
Deep heavy squats from the rack
Deadlifts are good for my back
Just pumping up my biceps
And cutting up my triceps
I'm sweating harder each day
So I look sharp when I play
THE POLITICIAN
His weapon is not a sword
but pen and ink and the spoken word.
He needs no guns or knives.
His weapon of choice is hidden behind a thin disguise.
to spew hate and fear upon our lives
as he shuts down democracy in a web of lies.
His face may wear a smile
but it’s made of tricks and guile.
So, look sharp and stay awake.
Your religion he wants to take
and spin it in his clever way
using and polluting it day by day.
You have to look deep.
Don’t fall asleep.
He’s gathering poor fools like sheep.
They'll do his bidding
and keep him on his throne
made of flesh and blood and bone.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 2/22/2020
“All Rights Reserved”
Do not go scowling into work today.
For once, be nice to folks. Surprise them all.
Smile, Man! There’s just no telling what they’ll say!
Though wiser than the rest, you earn crap pay
because—who knows? Although the boss has gall,
do not go scowling into work today.
Good men like you, who work while others play,
must fight the mood of misery and pall.
Smile, Man! There’s just no telling what they’ll say!
Daydreams of golf games in the sun now prey
upon your weary mind. Don’t punch that wall!
Do not go scowling into work today.
Your mood is lower than the grave, deep gray.
But march yourself to work. Look sharp. Stand tall!
Smile, Man! There’s just no telling what they’ll say!
And you, job-hating man, till dark must stay,
resisting that strong urge to start a brawl.
Do not go scowling into work today.
Smile, Man! There’s just no telling what they’ll say!
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“Row-row-row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily-merrily-merrily-merrily life is but a dream”
Wake up Dad! Wake up!
That nightmare again, huh?
I’m starting to take this personally
You tryin to get rid of me or something?
I just ran over to Jason’s to give his CD back
C’mon outside, I’ll show you
See? Not a scratch or a scar
Don’t you understand? It never happened…
(Oh yeah, can you drop my suit by the cleaners?
BIG occasion…Once in a lifetime ya know
Gotta look sharp and stylish
That girl I like might come
Yeah I know , I’m kinda dreading it too
but He says they can’t start without me)
The thrill is in the kill
Your number is your name
The world spins on and on
Gadgets are clever
Big problems call for bigger toys
You live for now
Better then the best
Never time for rest
Duty follows orders
Do what must be done
Fix what must be undone
Dirty little secrets
Big fat lies
Women of passion
Are your fashion
The game is in the name
Fast with no past
Speed by any means
Look sharp
Be smooth
Always cool
Live twice
Die once
You only die forever
Then you lived never.
It's my advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping,
fill your wallet with enough cash, or check the balance
on your credit or debit card, never carry checks...
it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired instantly,
down that not-so-busy isle you may also find romance!
Look sharp, flash lots of money and really get lucky!
If you fellas follow all of these steps, girls will flock to you immediately,
and your long-faced buddies will envy you for your luck!
Aye and it’d be “Land Ho”, ya lazy landlubbers!
It’s where ya’d be if ya’d had yer druthers,
Braggin’ the seven seas and swiggin’ pints of ale,
Chasin’ maidens and wishin’ on a mermaid tail!
Look sharp! Turn to! heave ho! All hands on deck,
Er I’ll have hemp stretchin’ round yer neck!
Thars work at be done afore ya see yer lovely Bettys,
Grab rudder afore ya run er up on the the jetties!
This old ship is mine from crow’s nest ta keel,
Heave to er you’ll be beggin yer next meal!
Swing the yardarm, rig the jibs, look lively, set sail!
Follow the south end a that north bound whale!
Put on yer sea legs and hand me the long glass
We be after silver mateys! Copper and brass!
Yu'd rob the gems off the pearly gates!
BILLOW THE SAILS, MATES!!
I toweled off my tear soaked face
and stitched my heart back into place,
I tallied up my circumstance
and then I took a ship to France
I boarded early after noon,
I think it was a night in June
I went below because of rain,
and when I came back up again,
I think I must have had a spell,
the sky was dark,I couldn't tell,
what was what ,nor,who was who,
I didn't know just what to do,
A swarthy pirate with a sword,
proffered whiskey in a gourd,
He slapped my back and sang a song,
about a sailor who went wrong,
A drunk guy with his belly shaved,
by rusty razors,met his grave,
with Davy Jones,I think he said,
anyway...the bloke is dead.
I tried to ask a question here,
like "Where is this?"
but then I fear,
a cannon cracked the sultry night,
a sound that filled my soul with fright.
Then Captain Jack came swinging down,
{a parrot beat him to the ground}
He put a pistol in my hand
and said....
"Look sharp,it's war, my man!!"
A shanghai plot I realized,
had taken my life by surprise.
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