Me and grand ma' ma'
Are rock in
So don't you
Come anywhere knocking
And if you come in
I got my old grand pa pa
Shotgun

Grampy
Needs stimulated,
Grammy is irritated.
The old slapper hand is the best tool for releasing
Down and ***** stress.
I think gram's is coming
Think I need best hide it.
Down boy, down!

Why is an old wrinkled ***** up
Late as I am right now
Down boy, we peed already
Down.

The gramps today feels somnolent
My gardens eminence is overseeing the weeds
A good cutting for the high grass today
Pesticides to get the bugs high
As I will spray spray spray
And **** those bugs away.
Languid little creepy-crawly's
Will get smallie
And fallie
Down the hole I created for them.

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.

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.

Emollients are hard to come by
For this agronomy of my soil.
The hay is vague, the crops are spoiled.
I want, I toil, I quail the mail.
I'm tired, detailed, drawn as a
Pawn to the business grail.
My stool needs Emollient
My head needs painkillers.
Last nerves have got my words
My country and home
Needs a exfoliate !

I make a living, by farming and grit.
I make a living on crud and spit
Spit into the hands
Dirt on the shoe
A farmers hand playing the farmer blues.

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.

Took a walk today
days are hotter.
Gramps belly is bigger,
Cali seems to be stranger.
The weather seems like a killer.
And my crop is being scorched by the overheat of the valley winter.
I think this years going to be a bad one for crops.
Farm shock.

***** boy's like ***** toy's, a farmer's hand's pick ***** dirt, a farmer's hand's need the water's squirt. A farmer's hand's pick tomatoes ripe, the farmer's hand's are awake at night.
The farmer's hand's have been places you couldn't imagine going.

My wife's father
Never gave me acceptability for his
Grown daughter
He came to except me later
When I impregnated
His daughter
Then the father in law
Liked me
Don't understand that one.
So it took my seed
Into a *******
Too make him like me!
And now many grand babies
Entice me
On grandpa's knee's
They say grampy please
Please just give us one dollarino
For one toy from,
San Francisco.
I always give in
To their pocket-thief smiles
They seem to like stealing away
Gramps old farting heart.

Someone say
Filth, ****, dirt,
Just ask me
I'll take off my shirt.

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

The beardie beardie needs scrubbing, Today, the fifth day, no intimate loving. Gramps needs grandmammys hugging, a shrugging not needed today. Just the grand ma mas foreplay.

In this farmhand garden
I spray out words
To be avocados.
Tomatoes. Anything green
Red or  yellow. A gaming
Meadow with me as its
Lyrical rancher. I pick out the bad
Roots to be made into weird clothing
And picnic lanterns.
Because you can't have a good picnic
Without the freshness of the growers
Garden..

Told the neighbor
Yes Lilly' I do have cat's too she answered back what?
Did you say you like cat stew?
Yes Lilly
I enjoy the furballs.

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.

Quoted by George Carlin comedian

Someone called me a thinking poet
I call me a stinking poet-
Not a poet at all-
A brew stew of mucus
Puke froth substance
Putrid.
-
-
-
I'm getting old
More stupid
I puke
I keep poopin'
And the age isn't helping
Though I know as
A vet an a ex g.I. Joe
I'm unfolded like a bag of grapes
I've been through rage
Watched costly war tapes
And my mind
Is a plate
Of words
I just spew.
Someone give tape
To this old farmer
And shut my mouth
Before I explode
Like I'm hot
Glue.

With grandpa's avocado farts
As in the days of moses
The red sea parts.
When grandpa gets a chuckle
I'm contagious
Pretty outrageous
Your naughty sincere uncle.
When gramps takes off his pants
Let's dance.

Grand pappy isn't happy when his wife goes to the store

Grandpappy feels ****** when he has to lay down on a floor

Grandpa's has got his wife's back

When the bellowing skiddish make their move

Grandpappy and grand momma

We are two chitlins so cool

Getting the ol' Santa claus hat out for the coming season
Grandpappy is ready
To be the jolly ol' delight
By sleigh this old St Nick
Will take a presented ride

Weak shins part of mine immortality
Beards a greying
Sailor words to memorable folaity.

Take a ticket
Click it or ticket
Yet meanwhile, back in police land
They chuckle

Knowing neither one of them
Wear a seatbelt. Haha they say
We can write tickets
Everyday. We could steal
The passerbyers drugs to.
Hey maybe give em a jails stay,
Haha haha
We blue men say!

Deleanor hit the old hash pipe
I burnt my fingers
Like a dingaling in the ringer
I was choked to the bee's stinger
As the hash made me crash
Like a bullet
The smoke made a quick dash

How is it superb, if you don't got the erb in it? Or maybe that's herb.

Back in the day they called it " gripping the duds"
Nowadays the little bits are nipped in the bud,
Protect your jewels their hanging doubloons,
They can squeeze like grapes, or get popped
Like balloons. Don't get a woman mad she will
Grip em for you. Protect your jewels, no ailment
With soothe. If you loose your dudsy buddies
You'll lose mankind to. But if you loose your
Peanuts, you always have left the hanging *******. Just
Don't let him out in public.,HEY ******! Put away that
******.

I wanna take you higher
Higher!
C'mon light my fire
Want to take you higher

Marshmallow pillows I want to rest upon
Though I got more farming to do, the end
Of the season
It's hard to pull through.
Marshmallow meadow's I want to walk through
No more work
I'm tired
I'm wired on corn stew.
Ripped up, battered
By my farming hand's I'm tattered.
The fence hold's back the ladder
Where the little critter's come through.
Let them come,
That would be dumb
When my shotgun baby likes
To make holes in the sun.

A ***** toad
Isn't *****
If it doesn't
Have horns.

Wanna make me boil?
Take my food
Bundle it in iron foil.
Wanna touch this nature
Go out in the field
Work for me
It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor.

Hey there's an avocado over there
Yes, there young man:
There's a tomato over there
Plop, yes, in my hand's.
Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin'
See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request,
She has hot juice ready for me
And some egg's, toast
Waiting in my kitchen.
Not to mention
Something else ripe for the picking.

Today I cleaned out the old barn
It was red now its rusted, bled.
The animals needed fed, and I fed them to maximum limit.
Their fat and big
Animals for the slaughter.
The chickens will be already stuffed
With their stuffing
And butter.
Gramps is hungry as a bullfrog.

On the top of Anastasia
I took the old seasonal wagon to pull the load
A snake, a bird, and one toad
The toad whispered Hello
The bird flew its path
The snakes head cut in half
For the bird to prey down upon
And ate both the toad and the snake.
Breakfast at ihop and a snakes head upon Birdie's plate

The older you get
The faster you end up dying.


I'm alive,

Bury me with a pickaxe
An old hg wells book
A cup of Joe
And my old tophat

Bury me with a smile

Old bone of bags, bags old of bones, shipwrecked hot toddy.
No longer a hot body, wrinkled, pickled as a pickle
Stuck in societies jar, hand's ******, arms tired, barb wire wraps
My
Scars, as by far I've been into to many bars to count,
Up and out, or up and over.
Purely sober,
Roll over rover:
Is what the youngins tell me.
But I still have life left to give
A breath to live
To infinity,

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!

I was there
66, through Albuquerque
Passing flag staff. Land
Of the cacti, hippies blowing
Smoke from arazonian glass.
Flower children and hard working
Laborers, I hit L.A seeing the
Whiskey a go-go, some band's
Made it to the stage, others a
No-show. Some to down and
Out broke or ******!
I was there back in the era
66-69. The farmers got together
With the hip ones to keep the
Sun inside these dark States
Shine.

1+OLD banana .


Two old men in a retirement village were sitting in the reading room and one said to the other, ''How do you really feel? I mean, you're 72 years old, how do you honestly feel?''
''Honestly, I feel like a new born baby. I've got no hair, no teeth, and I just wet myself!

#2-

Q: What did one saggy breast say to the other saggy breast?A: If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts!

#3-

Q: What do you get when you mix LSD and birth control? A: A trip without the kids


#4-

Q: When do you kick a ****** in the *****? A: When he is standing next to your girlfriend saying her hair smells nice

#5-


A husband and wife are trying to set up a new password for their computer. The husband puts, "Mypenis," and the wife falls on the ground laughing because on the screen it says, "Error. Not long enough."

What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name? You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.

2. Why do men get their great ideas in bed? Because their plugged into a genius!

3. What is the difference between ooooooh and aaaaaaah? About three inches.

A husband and wife are trying to set up a new password for their computer. The husband puts, "Mypenis," and the wife falls on the ground laughing because on the screen it says, "Error. Not long enough."

Don't judge me by my farmer's beard
Don't judge me by my farming hand's
Don't judge me when your getting that judgement back
Don't judge me when your you I'm me, that's a gramps fact.
Don't judge me if youve never worked a day in your life
Don't judge me because I'm a little younger than my wife
Don't judge me if you have never met me
Don't judge me if you wanna play poker and bet me.
Don't judge me.
I'm a farmer.
The one who grows your food.
The one who made your land.

Jack jumpin flashin
Bean, green or yellow
Skin of seed. Jump in
Bean, jump in me.
Make me healthy
Make me stealthy.
Make me a ninja
Of organic wealthy.

Long overboard craftiness on horizon shire
Gone with the seagull's
Foretold distance I strive to make by all ship ahoy
Solemn noise plants itself
In June branch

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.

Don't give bad karma
You always get back the amount times ten
What you decided to put in

Tension builds on the western front
The Slopes moan in horrific altitude
Sorry to break the news.
Tension slaps the western
Face, the soil is moldy
The planets forming in ghastly trace.
Everyone knows it though noone sais it.
We're doomed, keeping a shotgun on the side keeping the suns
Memory in my mind, I've got a bunker, trust me, its better then bombs and gloom. I have come to the diddly widdly conclusion, I wont be trapped on the governments map, I won't be
In confusion. They'll bring us delusion, pin others against mothers, the west has seen this coming a long time comin. Lock and load boys, let the second amendment be kept to its name, light the matches, light the torches, darkfall will plague our land, were already plagued. Many things to be staged, farmhands are losing their lands, ranches are being stolen, golden tongues from hypocritical bums, will make some dumbed in conclusion. This old flesh will stay loosened, knock knock who's there? Gramps! Get out#theres noone here.

Oakland today
Maby farthur north
I might go to Monterey
Maby go check out a l.a porsche

One of the timeless classics.

Leap if your feelin froggy.

Well today i feel froggy.

Drib drab dribble
Ripe years I'm starting to scribble
Shaky fingers
Not to nimble
Ripe skin
I'm now In limbo

The old man
Had a good hike today on the sickle trail
The old man is me
Yes today was glee
As a bird of purple
Jumped out
Over my beard
And sprung
His little tail.
Wish I had the callibur
Old man
Was getting
Hungry!