TV Gibe,
Put my vibe
Out on the lines
Of the newspaper.
TV,
You'll eventually tell me
What's going on.
I you know
Right now snow
And let me know
It's pretty lo-co

TV gibe
Put my vibe
Out on the lines
Of the newspaper.
TV,
You'll eventually tell me
What's going on.
I you know
Right now snow
And let me know
It's pretty lo-co.

Frightfully cool, as a matter of fact,
as in a midsummer's apple pie a la mode
come down cold chills.
Remind me of when I had thought
I was an alcoholic when I
was living at home goin' to the U of I
and would have just chugged 3 beers and
thrown up time after time it seemed
barhopping on campus
and would get the shudders on
our front porch afterward
thinking about it,
or the brat I had tasted at
the local campus brat house
wondering what wonder was,
why we were blessed with a
Stevie Wonder himself at the time
and if that had anything to
do with Wonderbread?

McCartney got by with a little help from his friends
I got by with a little help from my little friends
like a broken toothpick
that's come in handy
like for example getting the McDonald's
hamburger meat out
from between my High German
spaced out teeth
or a bent one last cigarette
in a semi-wadded used up soft-pack
of Camel regulars
or that kind of retractor that fir
inside of 45 records
to play an inspirational
song like I Want
You Back by the
Jackson Five was
at the time when I
couldn't find a
friend myself.
McCartney was lucky
with friends.
I had friends too, sure
but I don't think they
know I was down and out
and living on a retiree pay
of $180 a month
and practically supporting 8 black guy
"buddies"
at the same time.
But there always was
a "friend indeed for a friend in need"
so I survived intact
and yes
am still intact

Savoring the cotton candy, my heart leaps at the thought of a ride on the Ferris wheel.
But I want to feel free.
It's good, the thrill
even if I have gotten suicidal sometimes, I don't feel like leaping from it now
and I feel secure sitting there
with a pair.
The roller coaster
jolts me into an
euphoric sense of oblivion
where my mind
flashes back and forth
to the grains of sand
that I think we are
and how it looks
like we're little people as we ride.
Yeah a carnie
and all that goes with it though
like the other rides, for
example.

I think I'm a ****
and that I have to lurch
that I'm what is known
as a high **** or herk.
But I know how to flirt.
That I should compensate
chortle chortle
All for the sake of movement
of mental health.
I realize I'm kind of
a wet blanket,
objecting to things
that might make for parishioners
and I don't think I'm a
voice in the wilderness
or of course the vox populi,
but I like the think
I'll sink or swim
on a whim
of a hint
of that very same sink or swim
when it comes to good
mental health I call it
or new trends in things
It's because of my bitterness
for not changing with the times
or just lack of self-esteem
who knows why
as if I'm complex
and trying to be my own psych tech.
I'm sorry for reiterating
this subject several times before.
I know there's only one way to describe
a mental state but that's just not true

Yes, I could I bet -
Dispel the myths about the so-called
white trash that I talk about elsewhere
but it'd be too involved
I'll just sift in and call attention
to our own image of
to some people
I guess clammy paws, bad breath
and BO making me considered by them to be a drp
as opposed to the white trash labeled I talk about and say, one
I know how the white-trash called
victims feel
due to how eerily my own label
haunts me
there's got to be a connection
but two as they say
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names will never hurt me.
and it takes one to know one

Cheer up, Cupid,
Cheer up, Cherub,
You may think you're a perfect angel,
but you're just a stupid cupid.

Who's on top?
Wait a minute, I gotta sop
my brow
to find out about the old cow
and how
not to growl
our sows
and their milk
who never feel
the interchange
of lending a hand
to that with expands

I'm talking to all the workers of the world

from my hard boring work experience

sometimes you have to

grit your teeth, sigh, and

go OH WELL at the boredom

and plunge ahead on

the assumption that as

my father said - What

counts is elbow grease

It might have physical

repercussions later in life

like arthritis

but at least you'll

know you did your best

In the past
glamour enamored
Sander Vanocur
should be put in the slammer
for lack of it
but I guess he's got candor
enough to lank her,
the lady of his dreams
as in a return to the soft drink Teem
** hum this topic
it's so myopic
I'll have to out and recopy it.

Come to me
to tell me of the pain
the mistakes here and there
the tears shed therefore,
the resulting love
of "mankind",
the search for something
to console you
even if its just a stray dog,
walk the walk
talk spiritually
and tell me about
the soul you have
when you get that lump
in you throat.
When, love.
That's you
and much, much more.

Aguiyo
Pacquio
Shania
Mariah
Shenequet
Kennekuk
Lend a hand
But take a message to Maria?
Shania you handle it?
and Mark Aguirre?
Maybe
He's wiry enough
Hank wasn't

I enjoyed being a bellhop at the Student Union at the U of I in college,
everything went so fast.
I enjoyed being a dishwasher
everything went so fast, too, and I formed a relationship with
a gorgeous blonde waitress that I thought would last.
I enjoyed digging ditches for a home builder
it made me feel so earthy and the die was cast
for me being a manual laborer
'cause I know I'd crack up in the Army
and of course no flag would be at half- mast
and to be realistic
I'd be "doing it" for the rest of my work period
I was so serious
Then I used a sledge hammer and jackhammer
and more feeling of earthiness followed
and I knew I'd be delirious
at working here at something where I could see
my progress at it
and not get messed up in my mind too much at that.
Us workers would have the usual construction workers'
break beverage of a quart or bottle of chocolate milk
and we'd feel great
at mopping the sweat from a lot
including our cheeks.
Being a soldier
obviously didn't agree with me,
or I wouldn't have gotten
called on PTSD
but my stubborn flights into food service work
and even janitor work
were my way of fighting it
and my cup of tea.

Three tread on tires
Long ago
led me to feel hired
By Paul Longview
Down at the corner candy store.
I know that sound
Off the wall compared to Bob Ryan
But it's telling a long story,
A long story
About how desperate
I have been
And still am
To be holding a job.
Why me you ask
As if the simplest task
For me
Is for real effort
And I'd rather watch TV.
I guess it was my fathers influence
With that tip there's nothing
Like hard work that does the job for me
And just to be employed though, I do not feel like I'm having
A delusion of having a bunch
Of working class gifts. "There put
That in your pipe and smoke it"

I'm tired of people singling out others as ugly
When we all know beauty is in the eye of the beholder
A so-called ugly chick a male has no right to scold her for "it".
She's bolder.
She wants someone to hold her
and isn't worried about being in anyone's folder
or if the movement she needs is on her shoulder
or if anyone wants to mold her
or if she deals with what anyone told her.
She just feels the fellow makes things colder.
And she worries if whether he's gonna take a gun
and with bullets load her.
She just wants some attention
regardless of whether to look at her is fun
and furthermore she doesn't want to put the guy
in the Brooklyn House of Detention or anything like that
and that's a fact

**** bartering.
Yeah cash on the barrel-head
cash money, and paying the price.
So there'll be enough profits
from the products so that workers'
wages can be improved constantly
to get them out of poverty
I don't mean to sound picky
but like I say yeah little favor
capitalism but always making
a healthy profit to constantly
keep the plight of the workers
of the world in need.

People who strew toilet paper over
Public restroom floors
And leave bits of their ****
On the toilet seat.
People who have no intention
Of committing it
Alluding to ****** with what
They act like is their
Favorite relatives.