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POEMS
Whoops Take my money, take my car Want my advice, it won't get you far. Look around you, can't you see The boughs are breaking on every tree. Not long now, 'Till we've taken it all Stripped it bare, no leaves left to fall. No water to drink, no trees for shade Could've stopped it but no profit could be made. Steel replaces trees, concrete is our soil When the ozone is gone, will the oceans boil? Well that's it for now, no more birds song Look what we've done, now it's all gone. Whoops........
The Blue Bird Of Happiness Hear the Blue Bird of happiness Singin' at my window He's much too early again Now where'd my BB gun go?
Ain't this place great! The magic in a motion A look in a child's eye The love of a Mother A Father's proudest sigh
The melody of a song The power of a voice The bellow of an orchestra A choir's sweet rejoice
Wind through the pines A summer mornings rain The cool breeze in the evening A sunset on the plain
A wife softly sleeping Ham and eggs in the 'morn Some nookie in the evening A bond that can't be torn
A puppy's reckless abandon A kitten's playful pounce The soar of an eagle A wallaby's joyful bounce
A book that makes you think An ending with a twist A movie that's spectacular Jiminy Crickets wish
A hamburger with onions A corndog at the mall Crawfish on the table A pizza with it all
Take some time to breathe Let the sights unfurl Louis Armstrong said it best, "What a Wonderful World!"
The Shrink O.K. here's an inkspot Tell me what you see. Whadda ya mean, The plight of humanity?
Alright, try this Say the first thing on your mind. Whadda ya mean, Peace in our time?
This just isn't working You've got radical ideas! Whadda ya mean I've got to un-bias? You've got some nerve Coming here with free will I'll tell you how to think Now take this little pill.
You are truly crazy That much is plain to see You just don't fit the form Of my psychiatry!
It's time for you to go I can give you personal power I need to see you next week For another hundred an hour!
The Iron Suit There once was a boy A real sensitive dude He took everything in No matter how rude
Nothing seemed to bother him He never seemed to care People liked being around him Cuz he cured their despair
But when he reached out It was always the same They all said "Get over it" Get back in the game
So he kept on pushing Beat his head on a wall No one saw the bruises 'Cept the mirror in the hall
How could he explain A passion that burns When most of the world Simply accepts their turn
The sharks are always circling And his boats got some holes But he can see the horizon And dream of his goals
Whatever became Of that sensitive kid? He bought a suit of armor Now no one gets in
The Break Up I heard it for the first time last night. No, I mean I REALLY heard it. The sound of silence..... The deafening roar of loneliness..... The lingering quiet of shame and selfishness..... Why is it I never heard these things before? Am I really that out of touch? Is great trauma the only way I can feel anymore? Maybe I beat up my inner child one too many times..... Is there really an inner child? Or did he grow up and become lazy and full of excuses, not willing to take responsibility..... Probably so. Life without her is incomplete. I know that now..... Too late.
Something is wrong If truth is the foundation, And communication is the cornerstone, Why is it then, So many people are alone? Something is wrong..........
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