Do us old farts really need testies
They get in the way of
Our branches.

When the mountains
Of nothern Cali ring
Gramps lays back
Cool tuned cat,
Listening
To the
Waves sing the breeze.

Back's aching
Bones are breaking
The gardens stinking
My eyes are limping
My toenails need clipping
Shotgun need's blasting
Floor needs waxing
All on
One
Lousy
Day

Dry routes in the cali valley, mountain's tumble to our country's rally, fighting and bickering is all that we need, to slowly die off
Killing another by genetic seed. I've come to learn

This generation hopelessly

Is a new breed!

What do you get
When ya mix some ****
Into some fine clay and dirt?
Ya get good farming soil.
It's irony how we eat crap
And we turn to crap when turning stiff corpses.

Did I just see an ASSAPANICK
Is it time to panic
Or shoot him since he loves messing with my avocado's"
Wait up, that's my rat of a neighbor, I'll tab his fine
Down on paper.

Up-to-the-minute news I must take a look
The news in California is not stored
In drawer's or books.
There are freaks here and strangies.
Who will take off their pant's,
Prisoners by the dozen
That will sweet you with romance.
Some will **** you here
Some with **** they'll smear.
Welcome to California,
There are crazies here.

What fun may come today? More thieves of my field. More critters to eat cut steal. What fun may happen this hour? More diggin' planting? Cutting wires. What mishap may make me explode, more regulators to see out my field,the mountains are weary, California's growing old. What more must I do to pass this feeling of the farmers blues.

I'm breaking through
To the other side

We could pick apart
All the pieces of someone else
Who we may think isn't the best
Example to others here around us.
Though when we start picking the bits
Out of our own eyes, ears, and mouths,
We'll realize what right do we have
To piece-pick from another human  being.
When we must first pick the bits
Out of our hearts and minds first.

My back keeps pinching my sciatic nerve
It's my own problem for loading a hook one hundred pounds
Into a horse wagon year's ago
I guess it was my payback
For all the drug's I used at a young age
Karma caught up to me.

If there's a storm coming

Mount the swish.

Give mother nature

And Dr earth

A tender kiss.

What kind of bee's produce milk?
******* .

Chick-peas oh chick-pea come back and grab your squirter because I know the juice in the apple is being squeezed like a mellamuffin

I'm thirsty, but my well has run dry
I'm *****, yet still worthy
From the farmer stains on my jeans
And thighs.
I'm hungry, I'd pick a plant
If my plants were healthy enough to eat.
To bad their stealing some of my land
More cahoots from the fda
And regulation thieves.
Can't grow the way I want to
Lands been uprooted
The other farmboys are catching on
Look at Colorado
Yellow water sickens one
Making land polluted.
Out and booted
Though still standing the low ***** ground.
I'll stick head high here and by
My plow and ol farmers truck to the ground.
And a shotgun if any come around.

Southern Cali
Maby farther north,
My neighbors run my back Alley's
I think their norse.
Plow more today
I will pick the ripe field
Should I market today
Or fast food meal.
Hey'
Where did my wife just go!
What's the deal.

Call it living but I'm dying to live another death

Fed the hound dog's some hot dog's today
Wonder if the hounds realized
That the dogs they were eating
We're made from endtrails.

This elder body is held together by year's of farmer straw and hay, by mud
By clay.
In the simplest way I'm young though gray
There is no night and day
Or in-between fine lines.
When you get this age
Every day is a day of your last and a time of remembering good times.

Sphinx marmalade lemonade
My skin part's for me to fade
Extra year's needed
Ma' let your man feel completion

Haunting little furry rat's
In the field where I grow the goods
Grandpa's got his Winchester model 37#
To take those little furrats back to the woods
If gramps don't catch them
Earnie the hounddog will
Go get them earnie.

What do you
Get
When you
Mix
A duckling
And
A
Chicken*
Dickling

Today overlord of his cabin
Will cut down all the little green shrubs
Cutting and axing
Until all the cutting's done.

Comedy make's a comic out of me
Snizz snizz bleep

****** Dee
****** dumb
****** me
Has to buy a
New shotgun

Craps and giggles
Gives me a smile
Jokes on a bad day
Give me a stimulation
I feel old but young in age

As my body feels older I get to be.
Like a bridge fragile, tossed to bad sea's.
Searching while meandering
Singing in the fresh ****** breeze.
I might be ripe, but my tongue can slip
Like a knife
With butter on the blade
Slippery and it does not fade.
You get better in age.
I'm in the prime!

Meeting Mrs swaller down on rustic Blanche
I hung from a tree
1973
A night not to forget
Of me and mrs swaller's behind the door romance

What do you call two friends for life who just hang back low?
Testies for life-

California


The place of the strange
And where the weird gets weirder.

You can take the gun out of my hand
But you can't take my finger off the trigger.

I walked
California's rim
Laughed at the
People