Good Habits - Bad Behavior

Mama didn’t teach too much about life
She liked to preach…though
About walking five miles in the snow
To get to the church on time
But hell Mom…
This ain’t Idaho

She was born Smackover
In an Arkansas oil patch
Sleazy and Greasy
Never met her match

And didn’t understand about the bird and the bees
When asked….she said
“There ain’t no bees in a man’s pants!
She said a lot of things when she went on rants

She said…..
Girl…..to get your man…
Ya gotta have good habits
But bad behavior
Blessed is our Savior
For Good Habits
And bad behavior

Oh Lord, she said, don’t you know
I can’t tell who's good or bad
At a church social
Or in a Sears catalog
I’ll never have my wish book wishes
Of marriage dishes
And midnight kisses
My life has been a fog

She’s looking for the light
She’s looking for a light
For the next cigarette
Ain't never gonna quit
In the bars or behind the bars

It’s killing me
So I’m gonna pray
For God to release me
From the bonds that torment me

I pray every night to see the light
God, I pray for good habits
But Lord knows I’ve got bad behavior
Blessed be my Savior
Give me good habits
And good behavior
Be my Savior
Of bad habits and bad behavior

A write and a wrong

No one likes to write…everybody likes to wrong

When you’re on the trip….ok....
When you’re walking around….
Absorbing nothing of the natural sounds…..or looks…in a way….
Take a picture…it looks good…on the grassy knoll....a willing mole

You gotta look…it’s by the books….

What did I hear?
Zupriter I fear
A billboard in the wake
A Convenient convertible on a sunny day

A bullet on the gurney
Took quite a journey
So did the pill box hat
On the trunk
Imagine that?
That’s why I love Dallas…

Blood On Air Force One
Let’s get the good One
Profile….that is…
Profiles of Courage?
Gotta look good for the cameras…

No one likes to write…everybody likes to wrong

We proved it
On Air Force One

That's why Yellow Makes Me sad

Spaghetti Bushes
I’ve seen them all

On film
On trees
I’ve seen them drying in the breeze

That’s why
Environment’s on the brink
And that's why yellow makes me sad
I think

Santa Claus is
A little nauseous
I’ve seen him
Picking Spaghetti bushes
Gotta find a new profession
Melting poles/pool reflections

Can we get off the jackwagon
To mamby pamby land?

We can’t afford glad
We’re staring at spaghetti land
Bushes populating the land

And that’s why yellow makes me sad
I think

We are on the brink
Of Melting poles
Cool reflections
And that’s why yellow makes me sad
I think

Goodbye...Or...Good Buy...Either Way..Adios.....

I don’t know
And it doesn’t matter
I’m detached from the world right now
I can’t get thru it
Thru the orbit…..
And it doesn’t matter, anyhow

A pimple
On the forehead
Not a consideration
Just something to get rid of
Something to make fun of
Do what everyone does
Eliminate, Eliminate
Too much to take
It doesn’t matter, somehow
It doesn't matter, anyhow

I’ve seen enough
I’ve done enough
Been through enough
Enough is enough

I’m done
I’m done
It wasn’t won
no winning
It doesn't matter somehow
It doesn't matter anyhow

You''ve Killed Me

You gotta go
It’s in front of your face
You can’t “peace out”
Or have grace
Just cry and blow – Cry and blow
You’ll leave this world without a trace
Or is there….another show?
Is there another race?

You ask questions
But the truth is
You’re already there…….
Hell Yes
Does anybody care?
Hell No
Easily replaced?
Hell yes
Too tired to curse
And what’s worse
You’re already there

Cry it out
Let it go
There’s always
Another rodeo
With a tramp-o-light
Or a tramp-o-lean
Or with a Middle Aged Beauty Queen
Did you get Her?
With the first Swing?
Yeah
I guess ya did....

And now you got Sing Sing

With tramp-o-lights
And tramp-o-leans
And simple things
Called neck strings
That solves most problems
For everything

Just swing and swing
With the Big Bad Band
There's a good Horn Section
In Sing Sing

A Poser Posing Question

What should I do????

Is anyone what they should be?

Superman leaped tall buildings with a single bound

But later found dead with drugs all around

Faster than a speeding bullet - couldn't be found

What should I do

What should I be

Pink crinkled doughnuts

So easy to please

We've lowered the pedestal to an alarming rate

Looking up from the ground....through the grates?

Oh...that's where we live

In the United States

What should I do?

Make it while you can

Who should I be?

Too bad you don't have identity

Throw a ball or throw a race
If you're good.....you've got a chance
Too bad for you
You have no stance

But we love it when you dance
Love it when you dance
We all know about chance
And you have no Stance
In the Dance

Skeet In Wisconsin

I had a friend in college who loved to tell me great stories or lies or something in between. She’s one of those individuals that you keep at a distance. Like, a decades distance or a life’s distance. You never can keep her too close, because she is like the sun. You’ll always get burned. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to look too close or you’ll go blind? It’s a good warning. It’s just too bad the warning pertains to her - a burning glob of heat that will eventually destroy everything in its site.

She’s got your ticket
You ain’t gonna lick it
In Wisconsin

She gets off the plane
She's got her aim
Gonna hit skeet
Or Kill Someone
In Wisconsin

The gun plucked her arm
As she aimed for the mark
It traveled quite a way
What did she say?
I’ll have Cheese in Cincinnati
Or hit Skeet in Wisconsin

Buy a ticket to either
She’ll call you a liar
She'll see you soon
On a funeral pyre

She calls me up
Tells me her thoughts
About the people in her mind
Remember the one
At the Door?
He’s the one
Left behind?
The one she adores
Hell, she's just a whore
Who’s keeping score
She's got a gun
And shooting someone
Or hitting skeet in Wis-con-sin

There's a Con
There's a Sin
Everyone cons
Everyone sins
In Wisconsin

A ticket to anywhere
A ticket to nowhere