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Kids running crazy around the house
Is he at the bar again?
Fast train to wit's End
Throwing away money you don’t have
Here he comes, strolling in
Stinking of booze and smoke
Sorry, darlin, got caught up with the boys
Shooting pool and unno, shaking the week off
Aw come on, don’t be like that
Don’t start that damn crying, Jesus Christ
A man can’t go out for a few hours
I have to come back to this
What’s for dinner?
Hey, Mamma, kick him out
He isn’t gonna change anytime soon
Go get some love, real love
Love yourself
Tell him to take a left down Last Laugh Lane
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There lived a huge green dragon, sleeping in a cave
A little boy decided, he would be very brave
He gazed upon the dragon, then prodded him with a stick
The dragon woke up, belching flames, the boy jumped back quick!
Opening one of its eyes, the dragon looked around
Then he espied the little boy sitting on the ground
WHAT are you doing child? Why did you wake me up?
I was having a lovely dream before you were so abrupt
I’m sorry said the boy, as he looked the dragon in the eye
Someone dared me to do it, that is the reason why
But what if I were to eat you boy, said the dragon with a grin
Please, oh, please don’t eat me! I will never do it again
Calm down said the dragon; I don’t eat girls or boys
Now get on my back, I will fly you home to stop this dreadful noise
So the boy climbed on the dragon, there to comfortably sit
Then came the sound of mighty wings as they took off at a clip
With gasps and screams from the boys friends, the dragon landed down
The sight caused such a stir; it was the talk of the town
But now the dragon soundly sleeps, his snores as loud as thunder
And he will not be disturbed again, in case you should wonder…
For anyone who goes to that cave, will see a big locked door
So now, you cannot wake him up, but you can hear him snore…
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Bacon and peanut butter loaves
He loved meat tender
He got fatter, sad and alone
He got out of bed
Scratching his head
Then promptly died on the throne
The King is dead.
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The Diner was brightly lit
Made to look like the sixties
Under a thin veil of the seventies
She came over
Meatloaf special tonight
She looked tired
Long past retirement age
She wasn't doing this because she liked it
She had to do it to survive
No 401k or nest egg
Small social security check
Dead husband
Kids doing their own thing
You brought them up
Fed them
Clothed them
Loved them
Now you need them
But they aren't there
So, recite those specials
Poise that pen
Hope for a decent tip
Then do it again
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Aren't we?
High class my ass
A veneer
That's all it is
Different thicknesses
Undercover libertines
Counterfeit Charlatans
Not everyone, maybe
But the majority
All the worlds a stage
As you like it right
Not everyone, okay.
Yeah, altruism exists
In its anonymity
Even Mother T. supposedly had her hand in the till
Can you believe that
Negligence too, Lawks-a-lordy
One hundred and ninety-five countries
Eight billion people
Seven thousand languages
Forty-two hundred religions
The makings of a show
…and it is, isn't it?
Nuke up
Puke up
Tally ho and away we go
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Did you ever ride an elephant in the jungle, or climb on top of a cloud?
Did you ever catch a unicorn in your garden, or from a mountain top shout out loud?
Did you ever see a fairy, dancing, and singing in the rain?
Did you ever talk to a dog and it tells you it’s real name?
Probably not! But….
Did you ever give a hug to those you love and tell them they are great?
Did you ever eat popcorn watching a movie and stay up really late?
Did you ever help someone in need, once or maybe twice?
Did you ever wish for better things, whose lives are not so nice?
When we are thoughtful, good things come to us
Do it like it’s fun, there’s no need for a big fuss
Because those who really love you, like it when you show that you care
And just remember, when you need them, they are ALWAYS there.
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Oh, what lofty goals, big ideas here
Elect me! I will serve you, absolutely
The rallying cry of promises
A double dose of opponent disparages
Not him, not her, they lie, badly, like cheap rugs
I'm your guy, I will help you, I got your back
Less tax, more health, safe schools, absolutely
Jobs for everyone, yes, you too, money coming in!
Ah, Mr. deviant lobbyist, sneaky conniving bastard
Sycophantic Uriah Heep, luring, wafting cash
Quid pro quo, bro, quid pro quo
Let me help you, Mr. Candidate, you got a shot with me
Promises, promises, promises, mounting up
Hook, line, and sinker right.
Give me my comfy seat, from it I can help you all
I will lead the charge, I am your champion, trust me
Sorry, I just couldn't get it thru, but oh I tried
Those horrible opposition people, they are your enemy
They are the bad guys, unno, not me, I am here for you
They lied to you big time, bastards. Not me though
I meant everything I said, I really did
Jobs, health for all of you, working on it
I meant it, I honestly, I did, but you know that
I peck away at them at the club, over dinner, for you
But don't you worry, I am not giving up
I may have been silenced this time
But when reelection comes people
I will tantalize and warm you up once again, with a rally cry
Relax, relax, I told you already I'm gonna fix everything,
Get you mended when you need it, feed your kids
Kill those bad horrible guns, just like I said
Affordable this and affordable that for sure, hang in there
Here, have this pin of me, a leaflet too
Wear it, tell your friends, visit my page and say good things
I am here for you, I am, it’s on that leaflet, would I lie?
Just not right away though, but soon, I promise
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In our conversation
If you do not care to listen
Then how can you answer me?
Silent
Listen
They use the same letters
It's so we can talk
So I can hear you
And you can hear me
So we can respond
With understanding
And not just to ourselves
Agree or not
Is only relevant
If we have listened
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If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your poems
Your cat pictures with laser dots
That plate of lasagne
Who you like
And who you hate
They will live forever
You will live forever
In the ether
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Where'd You Go, Hunter?
Were you being Earnest?
Or maybe, Kurt?
Took a bullet for your past
What caused the hurt?
You shouldn't have gone
You should have stayed here
But I guess you just had enough
Of the Kingdom of Fear
You had much more to offer man
But you’ve kept it inside
Each to their own I guess
Buy the ticket take the ride
You talked about the edge
Unno, those knowing where it was
So you took a look yourself huh
So, now you do, I suppose
Dammit, Hunter,
you drink, and drug-fueled beast
You did have more, I know it
Still, we have what you left at least
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