48, forty eight
Another year
It ain’t so great turning 48
Your teeth done fell out
Everybody screaming what’s that stench coming from your mouth?
Or is it your ***?
Who knows but you stink and everyone is plugging their nose
It’s quite a combination of Ben Gay and Support ***** hose
Yep, you suddenly smell like the yoga room at the old folks home
When you turn 48 it’s suddenly surgeries galore
Broken bones and you can’t get up off the floor
The kids are yelling, **** you’re old
And you’re walking around in a blanket when it’s 80° degrees cause you’re always cold
Like a loaf of bread, your beginning to mold
When you turn 48  that’s old
It’s walkers with tennis *****, Garage sales, And haggling over a dime
You need to get a watch because you’re asking everybody if they got the time
You can’t wait for it to be over
You’re not feeling fine
Don’t forget to pay your life insurance or they won’t pay a dime
They’ll throw you to the vultures
It happens all the time
Turning 48 is like committing a crime

Father please hear me, I have something to say,
These are my words, they won’t go away.
I have longed for them to be answered, day after day,
From the time I was a little boy
To the man I am standing here today
I am burdened with your silence like a heavy weight on my chest,
Chasing your shadow, I have always tried my best.
Through every single success, and millionth fall,
I have waited for something—anything at all.
Have I ever made you proud, or do I belong? Am I just guessing, was I always in the wrong?
I have looked in your eyes, they never would tell, they never would say, and now you’re leaving, about to die today, I fear they never will,  I fear you won’t even try.
Still, I am here, if you are wondering why,  my heart is torn, a son who has waited since the day he was born, for a father‘s pride, a father‘s love, anything for his father to finally be proud of, but………..
Dad it is okay, if you have no words, If you cannot say, you’re proud of your son here today, then please take my hand, don’t let this moment slip away. I will always love you anyway. Rest easy.
R.I.P Stacey Lynn Stoops(DAD)
10/28/1954~08/2023

People these days seem to have forgotten that history repeats itself like a clock on the wall…..
Twice a day, first as a lesson, the second time as a warning. Still, no one cares to listen until the clock stops, the walls begin to crack, and the foundation is crumbling beneath their feet……
only then do we begin to realize it’s too late to turn back and we then scramble to replace the batteries and repair the cracks.
Shane M. Stoops

Gone to the greenhouse(gases)
Lets burn it all down
A cataclysmic catastrophe
Litter all around
The world is crumbling
And falling in the sea
Soon the devastation
Will fill the very air we breathe
Killing off All nations
The crops and the trees
The sun will begin to boil
Drying up the sea
That will be the end
The price we pay for our own greed
Mother Earth is dying
The earth begins to bleed

Summer heat
Barefoot running on a blacktop street
Lazy days
Swimming pools
summer vacation
There is no school
12 years old
To be again
One more time till the summer ends

I saw my future there that day
She walked right up to me and said an enthusiastic “HEY!”
I held my breath
What a beautiful way
I fell in love that day

We danced in the rain
         Laughing away so much pain
               A good friend we lost

I am aware of the voices
Aware of the choices
That led to these scars
Each one is beautiful
Each one is dark
Each one tells a story
Of how they left their mark
Some are from anger
Some are from pain
Some of these scars even have a name
I remember how they cut me
How I felt ashamed
In a moment of weakness
I’d play a little game
Sink the blade deeper
Grit me teeth through the pain
Each one of these scars
Tells a story
No two are the same

I’m not crazy just a little unwell
My mind is not for rent, but it sure the **** is for sale
Make me an offer
One I can’t refuse
My mind is for sale
Gently abused
It comes with bipolar, schizophrenia too
It’s got a history,
Forever Feeling blue
how many times can I google The words
Ways to tie a noose
You could say I'm suicidal
Mental
Crazy as glue
I’ve got so many problems
Come on
I’ll sale it to you
It comes with roommates
And some ****** up points of view
I’ve got issues and voices too
There telling me it’s over
I’m as worthless as poo
Absolute Mush
My mind is nothing but goo
I’ll sell it cheap
Sale it to you
.I’ll make you an offer
Throw in my dignity too
I lost my mind
It’s for sale
It’s cheap too

Mass shootings of morality
Guns make the man
Massacre happily
Ignorance leading the blind
Another casualty
Johnny has issues
He’s got an AR15
Arm everyone!
(EUREKA!!!)
Because more guns are just what we need!!!!!
Who gives a **** about Johnny and his mental instability
He’s got a gun!
It’s semi-automatic
That’s all he’ll ever need
Semi-automatic
Everyone will bleed
A few hundred rounds
He kills responsibly
A few hundred rounds
Watch as the children bleed
Just another day in America
How many more guns do we need?

46 years
What do you get
Your way past old
Your pants don’t seem to fit
Your always cold
Like day old bread
Your beginning to mold
Broken Hips
Brittle Bones
46 years
**** that’s old

Don’t just stand up.
                           Always stand out!
Never  be just a face in the crowd
Face the crowd and lead them out

As soon as you're born there’s no time at all
By the age of 15 your a kid no more
You’ll clean up their **** you’ll scrub the floor
You’ll hate your work  always begging NO MORE
You’ll ***** so much never having no fun
You’ll hate your ******* boss and The person you’ve become
You’ll cuss his mother you’ll call her a *****
But your still  broke and forever poor
Every day the same as before
A working class hero is something to be
Just open your ears and listen to me
Your back will hurt and they’ll test your ***
If you don’t go to college you’ll flip burgers for free
They’ll bend you over forget vaseline

Your  boss is a **** - so much **** you’ll  have to  take
A working class hero is something to be
Yes
A working class hero is something to be
They like em young they like them free
Paid in peanuts or even magic beans
Your just a number you’ll always be
**** you’re living the American dream
A working class hero is something to be
You work till your dead with bruises on your knees
They’ll beat you down
Until 63
You’ll never retire
Retirements not free
You’ll spend your life working
There’s never any time for “me”
A working class hero is something to be
strive to be the best you can be
Just like Bill Gates  you’ve gotta aspire and dream  always remember never settle for mediocrity        
                          BECAUSE!!!!
A working class hero is something to be
life is what you make it take it from me

These are my bruises
I give unto you
They serve a purpose
so black and so blue
these are my bruises
I gave them to keep
This one is for the moments of weak
This one for the months we did not sleep
The lack of trust
I could not see
These are my bruises
You stayed with me
That is a bruise I will gladly keep
A constant reminder of your love for me

I have never been 40
it's coming soon
it's just around the corner
The big 4-0 looms
I have Never been 40
I haven't got a clue
Will my hair turn grey
How much will I lose?
I have never been 40
What do I do
I've heard all the stories
I don't want to face the truth
I'm turning 40  
Goodbye to my youth
Can some one help me
I'm turning 40 and singing the blues
Will I lose my teeth
Have to gum my food
Wear knee high socks?
Watch the news
I'm turning 40
My life is through
What is next
Nothing to look forward to
It's all downhill
Oh *******
*******
What to do
I'm turning 40
Yeah my life is through

Tomorrow is game day all across Husker land Everyone is excited,the Ducks just don't understand
My bird shot is ready
The remote in my hand
I promise to yell and go crazy
I will cheer them Cornhuskers on
Tomorrow is Gameday
Some ducks are going to die!!!!
  Let's get ready
Let the red balloons fly
It's Lincoln.......******* ......... NEBRASKA ..........
Now wipe the tears from your eyes
It's go go Huskers until the day I die
      Final HUSKERS 35 Ducks 32

She was the answer to my Sweet And Somber Pigeon Wings
They were broken and did not fly no more
I was Two a.m. Love Sick from the moment she walked through that door
She was the Voice Of And Old Friend that I did not know before
Her honesty was just the thing this man was waiting for
She could of had Any Man In America
She chose to dance on my floor
Because of her
I am lonely no more
She is the forever in My Never
With her it's Nothing But Blue Skies
and stars in the moon light
As long as She Is My Ride Home..........
I know that everything is going to be alright


Song titles by; Blue October, poem by Shane Stoops

M&Ms; and 7up
Hershey's bar
Reese's Peanut Butter Cup
Snickers and a drink of Mountain Dew
There are three flavors of Charleston Chew
Twix; Twin Bing
Salted Nut Roll is king
I really could eat them after / with anything
Breakfast, lunch, dinner and  in between
I bought me a candy bar
It was made with carmel nougat and cream
I'm gonna eat it
Oh yeah, my tummy will scream
My little obsession
It's a bit obscene
There is no tummy ache that could come between
SUGAR!!!
And this chocolate fiend