Cross Haired Diplomat

Sometimes
It makes me think
about Alanis Morissette
“Isn’t it Ironic”.
Don’t you think?
To get blown away
At a Safeway.

You’re just so too good to be true
I got my sites on you
I want you in my cross hairs
Your blue eyes and golden hair

Face the Facebook
Gobble the Google
Gotta map to find you
This gun is all for you

I’ll find
The places on your heart
I’ll find
The crosses in your hair
I’ll find
The things to destroy you
I’ll find a way
Because I care

We can’t even read the Constitution
Without the Chamber yelling
It’s a volatile situation
Maybe they should meet at Safeway
No gavel…and a little more leeway

You can’t hide forever
We can blow you away
At a Safe-way
Anyday
Who’s to blame?
Valeria Plame?
She’s got good cross hairs
Looks just the same

You can’t escape from us
Jump on the Facebook bus
Or impale on the Palin Map
Cross Haired Diplomat

What do we worship more?
The Cross or Cross Hairs
Apparently
We’ve got souls to spare

I’m not a Rothchild

I’m not a Rothchild
Just a lost child
Searching for something
But there’s nothing
To find
In here

I’m not a Flaming Lip
I’ve tried to be hip
Toking with a smoke clip
I need to get a grip

Wanna take a ride
To the Oceanside
Head blown in
Like a driven wind
Knocking down
What I’ve never found

I’m out of breath but I can’t stop the death
I’m out of time and I can’t make it mine
I’m out of luck and I’m hopelessly stuck
Because nothing changes
And nothing rearranges
In here

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

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

Trade Me Away

Trade Me

Trade me out of this atmosphere
Trade me to a new frontier
Trade me to a whole New World
Trade me…I want out of here

Up on the block
And such a bargain
Barkers bark
It’s a human auction

Aint worth a damn
Aint worth an ounce
Gold is high
And I am low
Not a bad price to pay
Just trade me away

I gotta get out of this atmosphere
I gotta get to a new frontier
Ounce for ounce I aint worth a damn
Trade me to Afghanistan

Weigh me Troy, for I have sinned
I should’ve saved, must make amends
Exploding stars are all to blame
Egyptian gold on the plains

Can a trade for a job well done?
Can I trade to be the chosen one?
Can I trade you to believe in me?
Can I split the sea?
Can you trade me?

Life is a deal
And a deal is a trade
Let me know what you want
And a deal can be made

Get me out of here
Out of this atmosphere

Tossing Out Film

My Ode to Film...since I've tossed out so many pictures and film lately.....it sucks...but that's what it is. Prior to digital. It was all we had. I kind of liked it that way. But, that's just me.

Like holes
On film rolls
You can't see it
Until the final outcome
It helps to move along the process
The beauty
Or the mistake
But to anticipate the fate
Of a picture
On a roll
Of film
Was it worth the wait?

Like holes
On film rolls
On both sides
Rolling around
Twist it once
You'll get the picture
At the end of the roll
You'll see the development

You'll see things
Exposed
You'll see things
Beautiful and hatelful
Great and stupid
Of youth and beauty
And life in between

Pick it up
Put it in your hands
Toss it in the trash
If you don't give a damn

Pictures in a box
Paper in your face
Throw it out
Ain't no disgrace
We got digital pictures
Tons and tons
Isn't it funny
We only see them once?

It's a virtual world
A trash can culture
Everything is tossed
And nothing matters
In a virtual world
Are you sure the pictures you see are really what you see?
Did you experience it?
Or is it all in your mind?
Or you just don't need anybody.

Not even a phone
A computer will do
In a virtual world
You see what you see
Toss what you toss
And nothing matters
Like eggshells scattered