Can I let you in on a little something
That to me has been wrong way rubbing
While some folk might think it's nothing
Like kissing on a second cousin

But something about this don't seem right
Now I ain't trying to start no fight
All depends on your appetite
On what you do and do not like

But me, I don't like all the complaining
Especially from those misbehaving
Gets my head all into aching
Which happens a lot these days lately

They expect us all to follow along
But what if we don't dance to that song
Can you tell me what about that is wrong
Aren't we all individuals

I guess they expect you to go with the crowd
Not to think or do by yourself
Be a good little sheeple now
Tell you when and where to bow down

Have they ever thought of discussing
In a calm voice without the cussing
Maybe then we'd all learn something
Cause all of this whining is unbecoming

That's about all I gotta say
I'm tired of being rubbed the wrong way
To me, this ain't okay
Oh and by the way...have a nice day

Old lion
Mangy mane,
Draped over thorny bough,
Eyelids flipping flies.

Esses bring down
Some poor horned
Soul.

Down climb and
Belly growl,
Take tender parts.

Too idle to branch,
Sleep on sandy floor
In lovely shade.

i guess
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
and you
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
be.

I'm one of those blessed I know
To get along with my toes
So I took time out in my day
To give them all different names

The big toe I have on the right
I gave him the name of Frank
You may ask the reason why
But frankly it's escaped my mind

The one that's sitting next to him
I went ahead and named him Slim
Skinny is as skinny does
And he's the skinniest of the toes

Then there's the one in the middle
He's the one that loves to wiggle
So he needs a special name
And that is why I call him Dave

The toe that is next in line
Has gotten crooked over time
So I nicknamed him Senator
Which seems to suit him fine

And then there's little Pinky
But doesn't everyone I'm thinking
Try as hard as I might a new name to find
Pinky's the name that comes to mind

Don't you know when it comes to toes
And you have more than one of those
To cut out on the confusion
I gave them all names of my choosing

They say it's in the little things
The little changes that come along
Like an afternoon shower and the rain it brings
One minute here, the next it's gone

You might have tossed out more than one hint
And me a mess, I missed the catch
A far off look, a hidden glance
And if you did it never took

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go

With backs turned in the bed at night
Puzzled looks like a Rubik's cube
I twist and turn in my effort to find
Where I went wrong with you

But with no genie in the bottle
Poured out on the linoleum floor
A relationship that's gone hostile
Wishing for one drop of you more

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go