Once I had a little Country
Used to keep her on the lead
One fine day she did break free
What a naughty kind of breed
I was calling “Country, Country!”
But she went away too fast
Craving freedom desperately
She went loose alone at last
But came back after a while
Then I saw it’s not my home
Where I live, and she’s not mine
Where on earth do I belong?
You belong to me, she barked
I’m the master, so don’t worry
It was topsy turvey marked
Now its different kind of story
To belong to can’t be equaled
To possession that you own
You’re just one of those I peopled
You’re the servant at my home
Thanks but no thanks, little doggy
Help yourself, I’m not your kind
You can make my life bit foggy
But I live inside my mind.
When I chose to be a witch, I gave up true love
I love to be alone, 'cause eventually people really bug
There is too many mind-games & selfishness in humanity
Thanks, but no thanks - I wanna keep my sanity
Everyone's always in it in the end for just themselves
There are way too many far too gone - they can't be helped
I believe that those that do not bring to the table - don't play
And when the times get rough - they never do stay
When bickering begins, there's much too much of each other
(I'm sure you wish you were doing another)
Like she once told me - when the cat is given - they change
But once you catch on - they then become enraged
If it's not their way, it's no way at all
(Says the motherfvcker, too afraid to fall)
Love is oh so temporary - and only convenient for the moment
If it's gonna be forever in your eyes - then fvcking show it
Compromise, show attentiveness - do little things
'Cause everyone knows what a healthy companionship brings
Quit going into something new - thinking they're like your ex
Why not give everyone new a chance - then see what's next?
"THIS"
“I fell in love with you,
you’re
very charming Eddie but I
didn’t
know you’d be this much of a
handful.”
that’s what they said but I
never
once heard it from their
mouths.
I guess I could ask them all
why
anyone in their right mind
would
love an old toad like me.
I’d answer simply:
“they’re in their right mind,
that’s why they love me.”
all I asked for was a female
who
could keep up with me.
was it selfish? possibly.
was it mean? it could be.
has it always been the right
desire?
indubitably!
everything at some point has
to
show you there is reason for
the
madness.
I say that but like the two
gnats
circling my face over my
typewriter,
every female bothers me.
to those young men who envy
me,
don’t.
if you must, you can keep all
of them.
thanks but, no thanks.
after the headaches,
after the talking of a lot of
fly food,
you’ll return them too.
they all returned me but I
remain free.
they became someone else’s
problem
and no longer a headache for
me.
By: Chicano Eddie
Thanks but no thanks
I never said I wanted to re-live my child hood memory
in a country I was not born in.
For every little thing you do remind me of something
I already Went through.
Not even in a good way but in your insulting way like your ugliness.
Keep in mind your's was not any better than mines.
I had my fun in between but I had left that past at rest
just like my dead Godfather who was the only best.
Let's make you re-live you child hood will see what we will discover.
For you assume the world revolves around you.you really remind me of my sister.
For you are so much in to my life. Like a violation without invitation,
you even have the nerve to violate my son life.
once your bored doing that.you try to make it seem I was
Into yours but never will be.
You home wecked my family as if I home wecked yours.
only if I was that type of person. But yours are not in my vision future.so I didn't.
A friendly gesture person I am, who show a proper upbringing fake or real, it doesn't matter.for as long I am not like you that's the only thing that matters
ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation
to join you there for the summer
well in my reply I said thank you but no
thanks if you're just looking for a lover
I don't do like that anymore I want to
know what this thing is now that they
call love besides I really can't see any
future for us so I'm sorry baby and I
hope you understand, I am flattered
by the roses and those pretty pictures
of Amsterdam but we are from two
totally different worlds and wtf we
haven't even held hands so no I just
don't think it would ever work out
between us, maybe I'm just not the
person you think I am I said in my
reply...
Thanks but no thanks I think, I must
decline baby still if you think you still
can't live without me then you will
find a way to prove it to me and well
actually ROSES FROM HOLLAND
is a good start, come on now your
you are just beginning to move my
heart but you got to prove your love
to me and I guess you gotta start
somewhere so ROSES FROM
HOLLAND is a pretty good start
ROSES FROM HOLLAND and white
laced cards that say please come
to HOLLAND I love you with all my
heart!
Dorian Gray came to me the other day
Offered to trade his portarit with one of mine
I politely refused and had this to say
Thank you, but I already have one that's fine
Everyday I do something really vile
It stares back at me with a most ugly face
Evil thoughts and deeds my mien with scars defile
Thank you, but my mirror does my conscience trace
~23 Jul 2016~
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Okay Father, nice talkin to you…
WOW fellas, last meal too huh?
Well, thanks but no thanks
Been readin up on my Shakespeare
and that “To be or not to be” guy?
I kinda identify with that dude
Cause I DO be right now
but in a couple of hours
I AIN’T gonna be, so---
it seems I’ve lost my appetite…
(I COULD use a drink though)
6/27/2015
For the contest sponsored by: John Lawless
I've met doctors who have played the know it all role,
Who thought they knew all there was to know,
To listen to their hearts seemed a waste of their time,
Diagnosing a persons heart without even really hearing their cries,
This behavior disturbed me to no end,
Not wanting to share because of this attitude, can you really blame them,
They've already been labeled so why even try,
To take the time to look into their eyes,
To get to know them and be their friend,
Was not a part of their job description,
I would NEVER want that prestigious degree,
Thanks,,but NO THANKS, I'll wash dishes gratefully,
All the money in the world can't buy,
The love that I saw in their eyes,
When I look back to when I wanted to go back to college,
To get paid for my passion, I don't think I would want it!
The road into Rotgut looked like every road,
in every town I've seen, dusty
I've traveled through so many towns
and this town is no different
I'm tired, just looking for the saloon
and a guy, a drifter, name of Zack
Sent me a wire, needs help with a bank job
They call me Ricardo, an outlaw
Been on the run since I can remember
Enough about that, I'm thirsty
The trail dust is still choking me
Well, its not much of a saloon,
but it will do
Bartender!Give me a drink!
Leave the bottle!
Hello miss, thanks but no thanks
Here on business, don't have time
Looking for a guy name is Zack
Do you know him?
At the table, thanks
You Zack? Got your wire
Ricardo? Yes the same
I'll be around, but not for long
In fact Zack, after looking at you I'll be moving on
No offense, you look like someone who runs a dry good store
And I didn't come here to baby sit
So just pay me for showing up and I'll move on
That won't be a problem will it?
Didn't think so
Thanks for the whiskey, told the bartender you'll pay for it
I'm keeping the bottle, you don't mind
Hope not, I'm tired and really don't want to kill you
Good day miss
Yep, like every town I've seen
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