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Viagra

I got up at six this morning
Feeling kind of weak
I had a shave and showered
As I walked my bones would creak

I have very bad arthritis
But I can kill the pain
I just have to take Viagra
Then go back to bed again

My girl is exasperated
Found out six months ago
A Viagra in the morning
Will keep me on the go

I cuddled next to her
":Lets dance they're playing our song"
Sleepy eyed she lay there
Snoring all along

Next morning I woke up
A note said she was gone
"Next time you hear your music
You must dance it all alone"

Copyright © Pepper Jones | Year Posted 2007



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Good things

Full moons, falling stars
Milky way, candy bars
Chicken soup, ham on rye
A BLT or key lime pie
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything

Sunny days, day it rains
Banana splits and candy canes
Hummingbirds, a peaceful dove
A gentle hug , a mothers love
The good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything

A child's laugh, colored balloons
Funny clowns, old cartoons
Grandma's cookies, horseshoe ringer
Grandpa asking to pull his finger
Good things that life can bring
Can be embedded in anything

Horse rides, country scenes
Carousels, and jellybeans
Picnic outing, swimming holes
Brown gravy and dinner rolls
Good things that life brings
Can be embedded in anything

Lemonades, bunny hops
Tootsie rolls and lemon drops
Chocolates, caramels
Cotton candy, country fairs
seesaws, tambourines
And many, many, other things

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The Mall

My wife

Exuberant spending

Conjoined stores

The mall

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Piracy

The sails billow as they catch the wind
White crested waves put our ship a sway
To portside ye mates and scalawags
The merchant's ship shall be our prey

Fly their country flag the captain yells
So at twilight they can see
We are friends and countrymen
Their fast galleon shall not be put to sea

Ahoy mates and countrymen our captain shouts
Towards what wind does ye's fine ship sail?
To motherland responds the merchant ship
Their captain aft and by the rail

Bring down their country flag
Yells our captain, the old codger
Fire at them a warning shot
And then raise the Jolly Roger

Pistols, cutlass, and boarding axes
The buccaneers are at the ready
Slide the boarding plank and hook the ship
Once the ships are good and steady

The ship is taken without a shot
We loot and plunder all the booty
In small boats we set them out to sea
We drink rum as if'' t our duty

The cook's in galley cooking mutton
Shivers me timbre the take was good
Thar will be feasting and grog tonight
On plates of silver ar' served the food

Doubloons, gold, and pieces of eight
The merchant ship carried them a plenty
We divide the loot and drink more rum
Then we sing our drunken shanty


'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
 Drink and the devil had done for the rest
 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum"















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Color Coded

If I could leap up so high
That I could fly
Away from troubled times
Of times gone by

When color was enough to hang a man
Hear the despair, hear the cry
Most things come in colors
So why can't you and I

At times I hang my head in shame
For the evil done by man
To a human of different hue
Shame on me, shame on you

Were we all of the same color
Where would prejudice be found
Perhaps were my hair blond
Yet your hair was brown

Prejudice is like an acid
Oozing out through every pore
Destroying all it touches
As it destroys your very core

Asian, Anglo, Latino
Arabian, or of African descent
We are humans of this world
Let us live hand in hand

Copyright © Pepper Jones | Year Posted 2008



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Bull Rider

I exit my trailer house
That's hitched to my truck
Limp to the arena
walk through the muck

Broken thirty-two bones
Guess I'll never learn
Twice I've been gored
By the bull's horn

I wonder what bull
I'm going to "draw"
I'm hoping to "cover"
And get a good score

Two thousand pounds
Of muscle and hide
I'm on a twister
When I take the ride

I'm a bull rider
I ride the wind
And I'm afixin
To do it again

It seems an eternity
Once he exits that gate
Only eight seconds
Determines your fate

I've been stomped on
Dragged out barley alive
Wouldn't change bull riding
For no kind of life

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Halloween

That spooky time of year
Creeps up upon us, again
We celebrate death, goblins,
and evil things
We might as well celebrate
Taxes 
If we are to celebrate creepy things.

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Seeking Eden

I will commence my intrepid journey
"tis my soul that I seek to find
Search for that elusive spirit
Interlock it with my mind

Be one and be one only
Within boundary have all my lot
No peripherals of my complete being
Contained as one in body, mind, and heart

I seek to achieve contentment
Euphoria of heavens kind
Dreams of paradise are only dreams
That a tangible Eden I find

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Bailey's Creme and Cole Music

I drive up to the ranch house
The house is dark inside
I walk in and turn the lights on
Go straight towards the bar

No! I don't want to drown my sorrow
Just need to ease the pain
I walk away from all the bottles
Get a glass and add some ice

I reach into the fridge
Pull out a bottle of Bailey's Irish Creme
...Your favorite
Put on some Nat King Cole music
...Your favorite

Sit down at the table to sip the Irish creme
I rub the glass between my hands
As if I rub it long enough
A genie will appear
I would only ask for one wish...
That you return my dear

Funny how a fairly tough man
Can break an arm and hardly whimper
An accidental deep cut and not a tear
But the woman you love leaves you
You hang your head and almost cry

I called you on your cell phone
Left a message on your voicemail
Said sorry and I want you home
That was early in the morning
You didn't return my call

I left the untouched glass on the table
Went to get some sleep
Heard a noise a little later
Went to see what could be wrong
There you sat at the kitchen table
Another Bailey's in your hand
With a smile you handed me my glass
And asked "you want to dance"?








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Poet's Pen

I wield the almighty pen
The poets mighty sword
Drawing blood or drawing fancy
Pen the sensible or the absurd

I can launch a thousand ships
Put birds afoot or on the fly
On a sad man write a smile
Or put a happy man to cry

The moon turned on to brightness
My pen being my switch
Or turn it off to darkness
If it's darkness that I wish

Make two lovers angry
Have them have a lovers spat
Or holding hands and kissing 
Without worry or regret

I can travel back in time
Or travel all the land
I can tear or build new worlds
I can do it with my pen

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