Breathe in
Dive in the numbing water
Freeze off all the guilt
Use the rusty meat cleaver
Chop off the rest
Speak into the nothingness
Have the river current speak back
Understand the minnows?
Stay in groups, leave in ones?
Be adventurous
Mumble to yourself at karaoke night,
crushing the non-alcoholic drink in your red solo cup
Pretend you peed yourself so you don’t seem clumsy
Red knuckles on the rotten wood
One bang away from bleeding
Sit by the same river
Move to the little island not yet overtaken
Night fall
Skip the stone like your worries
Hold the sky like your burden
Fail
Remember the Swiss Army knife can’t spread butter
Think of Grandma’s kitchen
Be normal
Swim
Swim relentlessly into the empty night
Be the constellation the light of the stars reflects against
Move on
Move forward.
I've been dealing with sniffles and snotty sneezes
But it's not Covid or other dreaded diseases
Feel a little stuffy
And my eyes are puffy
I need to get well so I can have hugs and squeezes
The good news is that I no longer have a fever
But don't exactly feel like being an eager beaver
Now I have some issues
I've used all the tissues
I should just cut off my nose with a meat cleaver
Dan was having a passionate affair
told his wife he’s going to leave her
She said she’d never give him a divorce….
he thwacked her with a meat cleaver
He told their kids mum had gone away
but in truth it was a heinous lie
He’d buried her in the allotment
poor Sue did not deserve to die
Years flew by and she’d not been seen
in time her body would decompose
Her violent husband tends the plot
marking her grave with a rambling rose.
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STREET CRIES
I DONT SEE A WIFE IN MY NEAR FUTURE
TO BUSY BUILDING MY KIDS A FUTURE
FOCUS EMPIRE STATE OF MIND STREET CRIES
THEY SAY YOU ARE A PUNK IF YOU PUT YOUR HAND ON A WOMEN
SO WHAT DO YOU CALLED BEING PUNKED BY A WOMEN
I DONT WANT EITHER BEING COLD AS A DEEP FREEZER
CONFLICT LIKE STEAK AND A MEAT CLEAVER
THE WAR WE MAKE ISNT WORTH THE LOVE WE MAKE
I REPRESENT THE BLIND AS I WALK BY FAITH
ON THE IN CLINE DAY BY DAY
STILL I HAVE THIS PAIN THAT WONT GO AWAY
IS MY FATE NOT TO SEE YOUR FACE
NO MORE US LIGHTING UP THE PLACE
HOTEL SUITE WITH EXPENSIVE TASTE
I THOUGHT ME AND YOU WOULD RUN THIS RACE
INSTEAD ME AND YOU ARGUE AND I FEEL LIKE A DISGRACE
THAT DUDE JUST WAITING TO TAKE MY PLACE
I DONT HAVE TIME TO FUSS OR DEBATE
MY DESTINY IS CALLING ME AT A FAST PACE
I MUST ANSWER IT NO MATTER WITH IT TAKES
PLUS I RITHER LEAVE THEN SEE TEARS AND GRIEVE
KNOWING INSIDE MY HEART IT HURTS NO MATTER IF I STAY OR LEAVE
Meat cleaver man
In the late hours of the dark black night
A man walks around with a large meat cleaver to fight
The demons in his head tell him to kill and everything will be al-right
He might stare at you through a curtain you left open just slight
The man could be your father or brother that’s right
He could be the postman or a delivery driver as he sets you in his sights
The horrible truth is that he told me that he is coming to chop you into pieces tonight
So pray for the morning to come because no one can save you until it is light.
A meat cleaver slams;
Needle piercing talons clench
My brain; a migraine!
Don’t come in my house.
Don’t come in my house without permission!
I got a machine gun, a machete, a meat cleaver, and a magnet.
I will bear arms if you come within 3 feet of the threshold.
I am going to protect me.
Don’t come in my house without permission.
Don’t come in my house!
I got a burglar alarm, a blowtorch, my son holding a be be gun, a brass ring, and a
bully stick.
I hit you with one of these.
I am going to protect me.
That is the law!
That is the law!
And I will enforce it to highest statue.
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Penned on May 19, 2014!
I really hate Pop stars
They are like incest siblings from mars
Sleeping around with everyone
Shaving their heads for fun
If your lucky they'll expose a teet
And expose pantiless pic's on a tweet
Watch out and be careful of the whimsey
For they all are procreated by Disney
Next thing ya know
They are marshmellow treats in your cereal bowl
Beware of the antique dolls
For endorsement deals will lead them to your mall
Who should stop this travesty in our homes?
It sure as hell ain't gonna be the man who changed his name 1000 times from combs
Where is this midget known as Justin Bieber?
Off with his head with a meat cleaver!
I could gone on with the pop culture life that is a bore
But what's that you say?.... it's time for Jersey Shore!
I hate to be so hypocritical and lame
But anything a hit on MTV, so them we can't blame
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