Life Bit Me in the Ass

When I got sober

I finally discovered

You can't drink down pain

You can't drink down the past

It'll bite you in the ass

Drinking down pain

Will bite you in the ass


When I stayed sober

I had a life hangover

Full of headaches

And heartaches

That I didn't watch pass

The first time around

I had a life hangover

That bit me in the ass


Bills I didn't pay

Husband didn't stay

Even my dog ran away

I had a mangy puppy hound

Who didn't want me 'around

That mangy puppy hound

Bit me in the ass

I don't blame him

That dog knew class!


Moments of clarity

Are fairly

New to me

I never saw

What you see

Why is everybody

So angry?

Could it be?

They wanna kick me in the ass

No more Hail Mary pass

What the hell can I do

For you to see my point of view?

I never knew a beer or two

Could bite me in the ass


All the weight

Of all the years

That I tried not to remember

Is feeling pretty heavy now

Like and anvil on an ant

No super human power here

Just trying to steer clear of beer

Otherwise,

I'll have a life hangover

For the rest of my years


But if I like I'll drink a few

And forget about the past

And on my epitaph

It'll read

"This was a waste of grass......"

Even in death

Life bit me in the ass

Soylent Pink is the New Democracy

When I eat a burger
I want some more
Like Oliver Twist
On a porridge score

I don’t have a beef
With a bitty burger
But please sir
Can I have some more?

Scoop me up some luscious slime
Liquid Lean and quite sublime
Finely textured in a spoon
Can we eat this on the moon?

Yummy Pink Slime
Finely textured in a spoon
Creamy goodness on the moon
Super Pack it
Down my throat
It tastes so good
I wanna choke

On Yummy Pink Slime
Pick it up at your Five and Dime
Climate Change or Socialism?
It tastes so good
A Baptism
Of Yummy Pink Slime
I’ll slurp it up all the time
Give me more
I’ll drink it down
Don’t have to cook
What’s the crime?

We’ll kill you off
One by one
Add ammonia
To hide the stench
Of greed and decadence

Soylent Green tastes good to me
Soylent Pink or
Soylent Green
A little off color if you ask me
At least I knew when I ate Granny
Soylent Green is People
But Soylent Pink is Yummy Yummy
Pink Slime is the New Democracy
Better Eat the Dog
Before It Eats Me
Soylent Pink is Yummy Yummy
Soylent Pink is the New Democracy

I love Paul McCartney
But I own Oklahoma
I’m ready to rock
I’m ready to roma
But I’ve gotta think quick
And I’m in Oklahoma
I’m tired of the lakes
And I need soma coma

I love Paul McCartney
But he’s not from Oklahoma
It’s a brave new weird
It’s a twisted tornado

And I love the Beatles
But I don’t want to eat one
Tell me how to feed one
A true Ethiopian.

I’m all mixed up
But thinking Oklahoman
Devil child.........Omen
I’ll tell you when I go to hell
I’ll tell when the shot gun shells
Ring Out!
No prayers to sell
No rounds to shoot
I'm in hell

Because I’m thinking Oklahoman
But my mind is a mix
Was Jesus on the cross
Or just a silly crucifix?
Remind me of a murder
All a good thing
Like my non-perfect items
On the counter At Nordstrom’s

It’s a good thing to know
What the hell you want
A crossed dressed tranny
Or a lovely debutant
They all have phases
And know what to say
What the hell
What’s a spear anyway

Because I'm dreaming Oklahoma
And the nightmares quill
I can float my life across the plains
And always will

I can die a life before I speak
I can never reach a savage peak
I can rest a day before I die
But......
I can never look Oklahoma
In the eye

Your Love Is Pain

As I was heading to East Texas, I saw a mailbox that was tipped over...looked like someone took a bat to it...which is typical entertainment for the folks in East Texas. Tradition actually. Anyway....this is what I took from it......

Your love is like
Throwing beer at chicken wire
It cuts and it stinks
Like hitting a mailbox with a bat
Don't need to read nothin'
To get the message that
Your love is pain

Like a hook on a string
That gets caught in my cheek
Like a nail full of rust
That pierces my feet

Your love is pain

Like a yellow dog with mange
Like a truck with no tailgate
Hit a bump and everything goes away

Your love is pain
Like a toilet with no drain
Septic and stained

Like a red dirt cake
With Bull neddle candles
Like poison ivy
On a hot day
Like getting lost
In a polluted swamp

Your love is pain
And I'm tired of the drain
You're a swamp cat and a sewer rat
Predator and vermin
Not meant for nothin

Ampersand

Throughout my years on earth, I've looked for ways to define myself. It's not easy. What am I? Who am I? The interesting part is that someone else has already defined me. It's in the books I've read. It's written down. Why haven't I figured it out? I'm looking for the answers that can explain me. And I have none. It would be an easy life for me, I think, if I didn't think. If I just let the world revolve around me and not struggle. I've done that. But, for me, the struggle is the life. In the attempt to try to define myself, I keep coming up with new verbs, nouns and adjectives. Many are good, but I usually focus on the bad definitions. The ones I need to work on.

If I wanted an easy life, I would have one. I've had an easy life. And the clearest definition of me at that time was "dead". Most of my life has been hard. So, that's what I cling to. That's what I know that is me. I even thought I could be the 27th letter in the alphabet. Something that doesn't exist. But it does. Everything always exists.

Ampersand. That's a symbol. Not a letter. But in my summation of it, it means "And....what else". You don't need more than what you have. You don't need to ask "AND?"

But we do. We all do. And I don't need a symbol to help me with that. But, I understand. Maybe that helps me in a way. Not to define me, but to understand that things always change. And that I can change. I can create. I might not be able to name a state, city or street, but I might be able to name something new. To put my stamp on life. To creat my own definition of me.

It Is What It Is...And Then Not.

Well, when I’m down…I like to write about it
About having no security
Social or otherwise
And let’s get beyond the economy
We can eat burgers all the time
Did it in college
We ain’t gonna starve
Or live in bionic
Boxes
Did I sign up for that?
In college
Special bionics
Throw a seed in the cup
And 20 years later you’ll hear “What’s up”
Social bionics

And what else is new?
On Park Avenue?
Gotta few tents
Oh such pretense
Let’s roust them out
Civil decadence

Civil disobedience
In a tent
I’ve been in a tent
A time or two
And I’ve yelled at the heavens
Wouldn’t you

Social Bionics
Civil disobedience
We’ve covered a few
But we’re not through

From the other stuff
Hanging around
Oh you think the world is out of bounds
Well it is…think about yourself
And the shape your living in
You can change it all for the asking
No requirements

Well…unless
You don’t think you can
Social Bionics
Civil disobedience

Earth is Hell and I am Sold

Easier to block things out
Easier to look away
Easier to let things go
Easier to not make a wave

I’ve faced the things
I’ve always faced
Abandonment and disgrace
Of these things I can’t erase
Just wished I could’ve chosen
To have a place in the sun
To be the only one
Not left upon a hill
In ridicule

You know….people have a power
Over everyone
Everyone in their power
Will try to make you come undone
Even if they’re nice
It’s with a plan
They are looking
To the promised land

Of a palace paved with gold
With a billion other souls
A McDonalds in the clouds
Let’s just sing out loud

I’ll take the heaven and hell on earth
I love the world and I love the life
I love the hate and I love the strife
I love the way I can’t sing
I love the fact that I love nothing
In heaven...that is.

I like Kansas and dust in the wind
I think that’s the end of everything
I fear the current
I fear the future
For God’s sake
Don’t make me fear
The hereafter

Oh…so that’s it. Or so I’m told
That the devil will hold your soul
And if your bad you’ll be really, really good
Well, earth is hell and I’m sold