There’s an outbreak of a bad disease
Right in my neighborhood,
My zip code being one they’ve named
And that just isn’t good.
It’s spread when there’s bacteria
In cooling towers, where
They infiltrate and form a mist
That’s sent into the air.
If places are identified,
Which testing can decide,
A disinfecting protocol
Can peace of mind provide.
As numbers of the sick increase
(And treatment seems to work),
I glance at buildings, wondering
If that’s where germs may lurk.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’.
I have been waiting to leave all day.
It’s finally time and my mind is blown,
wearing a snapback on the highway.
Cannot work this hard and not play,
carrying a bag and a palm stone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Oh the thrill of being a runaway,
leading that group or at it alone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway.
Zero knowledge of where to stay,
I’m chasing a cabin and cobblestone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Four tires on fire the world drifts away
as nature swallows my entire phone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Zip-Code Pi
(The Sweet Flesh of Temptation)
David J Walker
Zip-code Pi
Is where I will
receive my mail
Mark it eternal
Where the white-gowned crowd
With pipe cleaner halos
Cleanse and censor every lens
And line to erase
Any reference to God’s mistake
Making our bodies so holy that
Not even we should touch them
I will swim in the firmaments frost
Where the Host collects our thoughts
At the cost of no uncertain discerning’s
before entering His temples
I remember the sweet downfall of
The dimples that presented to me
My first apple
And I did eat
The sweet flesh of temptation
Zip Code
Contaminated water
For a few more dollars
Immoral power
Zip Code
Red Zone
No loans
Where are the politicians with a backbone?
Zip Code
Confrontation
Discrimination
Forced incrimination
Zip Code
Dirty streets
Vociferous beats
Too shallow to be deep
Zip Code
Higher prices
Thinner slices
This is a major crisis
Zip Code
High unemployment
Super high rent
What! It’s just a misprint?
Zip Code
Clean streets
Cushioned seats
But they're only for the elite
Zip Code
There’s no injustice
They’re reading books by Augustus
And there’s no need for buses
Zip Code
Prime steaks
Juicy grapes
And clear lakes
Zip code
Well lit stores
Carpeted floors
And Bellhops opening doors
Zip Code
For the poor
Zip Code
For the rich
Separation is designed to stir up contention
Aint that ah.....
Love’s Zip Code
By Rick Rucker
Do you wonder what Love is worth?
For me, more than anything on Earth,
It will make your heart fly 'round,
Though your feet be on the ground.
Once you find your Love so true,
You will always want it inside you.
When I tell some how it makes me feel,
They have a lack they can’t conceal.
If you’ve never felt that pain,
That knocks you down, to rise again,
Then you might think you live,
But ‘til to another your heart you give,
You don’t even have a clue,
Of how the sky can be so blue.
The birds will sing a lighter tune,
You can almost touch the Moon.
Suddenly, there will be less gravity,
Your chest won’t be just a cavity,
Your heart will fill to capacity,
Then you will know, with veracity,
That it is worth the lonely quest,
To separate from all the rest,
The One that sets your brain on fire,
Filling you with sweet desire,
That Love is the state in which to live,
Though its zip code you can’t give!
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