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L.C. Smith Jr. Poem
the cactus stood in surprise
with his arms to the sky
while the sun took his water not his life
sun told the prairie dogs
this is a hold up!
get in yo holes!
nosy rodents get shot with heatstrokes
little ms vegetation
close yo eyes and you won't die
dry desert!, run them
permanent bodies of water out of town!
create a dust storm!
sheriff ain't around!
he and his posse clouds are stormin
on the other side of them mountains
cactus!, you tell sheriff rainfall
he is yella!, and to erratic!
we don't see , violent stormy weather , in these parts
ya'll remember
that tomorrow
is another dry gulch day
YEE-HAW!
Copyright © L.C. Smith Jr. | Year Posted 2006
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L.C. Smith Jr. Poem
It is about that time
when firecrackers start popping
small bombs exploding and
flares shooting out beautiful colors
the night sky will be an extravaganza
for a few days and a lot of exploding noises
during the day, it is the Fourth of July
the day of our independence and during
this time of celebrations
we let the whole world know
that We be Americans
descendants of the native, the slaves,
the rejected, the indentured and
the unwanted, what we call immigrants
our founding fathers put us under one umbrella
and we called ourselves Americans
as in United, though we live in different States
we have fought each other through the years
but, We be Americans
and through fighting each other
we finally realized to do this right
we got to live together because
We be Americans
so we formed, meshed and
we got some kinks still
and we know that but
We be Americans, so, after
three or four generations if my math is right
we don’t want to admit our blood is red, white and blue
unless somebody tries to mess with us
then we decide what course of action to take
the problem today is liberal minds
want to be politically correct
and that is so un-American
but they be Americans to, whatever
so , while you eat your cue and drink your brew
remember, at some time or another
all of us was what you would consider illegal
but guess what? now you got it!
We Be Americans!
Happy Fourth of July America
Copyright © L.C. Smith Jr. | Year Posted 2006
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L.C. Smith Jr. Poem
it is hard to explain
that unemployed means
society has lost your name
life steals your future away
life says,
pull over to the side
and watch your tomorrows go by
don't worry
AAA, On-Star and GPS won't find you
So, you call
Hello, Houston
this is lost shuttle
Roger lost shuttle, this Houston go ahead
my employment tile has fallen off
my finance and responsibility tiles are loose
lost shuttle needs repairs
re-entry into society on hold, copy?
Roger lost shuttle, this Houston
maintain your orbit
help will be there someday, copy
Roger Houston, this is lost shuttle
can you please respond promptly
it is cold and dark out here
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