Tom cat got a bunch of wedding cake smeared in his face
By six ex-wives who thought he was a grooming disgrace.
Always marrying someone else, a sleezy one this time too.
This was meowed by wife number six, I think her name was Boo.
Who invited them? Tom yelped out with a disdained screech.
He was interrupted by wife five’s not so very nice speech.
His sixty-five kittens surrounded their marrying dad.
You are not a good groom, one of them said. You are a cad.
The marriage had not been consummated yet, so this was the time.
For the newlywed bride to turn and run away from this slime.
Instead, she wiped the wedding cake off of his face.
And said “He is number seven for me, and not any disgrace.”
The girl drops
the river;
woman bobs up;
aqua's flatline
on top basement
blue, then it all,
violet doom, as
temperatue drops
off the girl—
aqua flatline,
sleezy sleet,
water glasses
on her nose,
scrub—
I'm touching
up, up, up.
down that
river before—
beyond swim's
flight; it runs
for the sky—
in someone's
dead frame,
unseeable bank—
the woman passes
out, dry.
Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound
Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters
Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto
In silly banter we trust
French letters a must
But remember the other
Freud had a mother
In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled
In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch
Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations
Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother
So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams
Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls
He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope
When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad
High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles
All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt
MUSIC
walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy
fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple
sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both
one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel
Dave Austin
I lay on the bathroom floor.
I can't take this anymore.
I can't believe you were so sleezy.
Now watch this blood flow freely.
I didn't know I could hurt this bad, over what we never had.
Now watch this knife meet my skin, with you I know I'll never win.
Do you know how much I care?
Even when your never there?
Do you hear my silent cries?
This could be my last goodbye.
Anger runs through my veins.
All it will take is some pain.
Watch me end my life with this knife.
Pray and hope I don't choke.
Don't flake out on your only way out.
I'll carve your name in my flesh in hope we someday mesh.
I know I'm not the best, but no worries as I meet my eturnal rest.
It's never easy being cheesy!
Have you ever felt or been told that you were sleezy?
There are some that feel it's hard to live their life.
Some of us find it depressing dealing with the heartache and strife.
I feel Al Green when he said that he was tired of being alone!
I think that it's time for me to be back on my own.
I have a man, or atleast I thought.
In the meantime, I'm smoking the cigarettes that he bought!!
As I say, "It's never easy being cheesy"!!!
pot seeds down the drain
what kind of life force sustained?
mutant monsters with long hair
sleezy & greezy and they don’t care
growing their sewer dope
their purpose, their only hope
started with a few rejects
the kind society simply ejects
those that can’t reside
in this place where you cannot confide
mean ol’ gargoyles with a potent touch
give that stuff a strange rush
then a few more slipped in
alien warriors again and again
no way do these dudes care
make humans tear out their hair
so next time you see a bald guy
will you wonder about his high?
this smoke that grows in your drain
the only thing on Frankenstein Nazi’s brain
‘cause trippin’ in the bowels of this town
guaranteed to bring ya down
they grew it and they do it
each day beneath your street
stoned grinches in a lazy mob
full of the stuff that turns you into a blob
fallen angels with the munchies really bad
hungry for the toque that makes us all mad
you may think i act sleezy
or that i am way to easy
but you are just way to hot
the amount i like you is a lot
we have a laugh and muck about
pulling faces like models pout
i have never felt this way before
the way you leave me begging for more
everytime you walk on by
i get emotional and want to cry
butterflies are always here with me
and i can not seem to set them free
when you are here my heart will beat
too strong for me i can feel the heat
feelings like this they can't be wrong
werid feelings that and scary strong
hold me close, don't let me go
trying to stop my feelings show
afraid of what you may think
suspense is pushing me to the brink