tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
cells to be monitored, tendrils upon our shores
dastardly deeds they'll do, law authorities on the ball

their intent is to behead, any member of the public
their intent is to behead, any member of the public
our citizens targets, their sights on us
our citizens targets, their sights on us
their intent is to behead, our citizens targets
their sights on us, any member of the public

we're all on notice, they walk among us
we're all on notice, they walk among us
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
they walk among us, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, we're all on notice

cells to be monitored, police squads on guard
we're all on notice, their intent is to behead
any member of the public, law authorities on the ball
they walk among us, our citizens targets
dastardly deeds they'll do, their sights on us
tendrils upon our shores, strikes to be foiled

All of our politicians are a blight on our society
These self important people do possess a lack luster glow
Governing for themselves is their number one priority
Telling porkies is the way that their rhetoric doth flow

It is our misfortune to have so many of them in our halls of power
We're paying them a fortune for mismanaging government biz
Not a one of these pollies are worth a left or right bower
They should be thrown out of our parliaments and into a tizz

We're heartily sick of the whole lot of them
As they do so leave us with a feeling of contempt
Not to forget our coughs indigestion or phlegm
We so wish they were from our taxes exempt

If only we could do without this undesirable lot
Our countries would most assuredly be less on the ill side
They have a reputation as bad as a staining ink spot
And we'd be only too happy to toss them all well aside

Moaning and whinging will not relieve the constant bane
We've got to take things into our own hands
We cannot endure anymore of their burdensome strain
Government benches would be better off being rid of these bands

Acquiring a repellent to spray on them is one of my notions
Then we can relax knowing that they'll no more blight us
These thoughts are just me musing on a few suggestions
I'll leave you all to ruminate on this poetic piece thus

Otis told me about this cool
brand new swanky dance hall place,
said it was full of pretty-lookers
with baby doll faces
not the sleazebag rough
******-types, the scary kind.
So I pulled on my best blue jeans,
scooped on a little dab of gel and
checked myself out in the mirror.
I thought, man you look swell,
somebody might say, you're fine
and with those thoughts,
I stepped out
headed on down to the party club,
hoping someone would notice me, too.

I walked on over to the servery,
to sample some dip and savories,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little babe,
she sashayed across the dance hall,
to make herself known to me.
In an instant, there was electricity,
we got to talking about how nice,
it would be, to get together
more regularly.
I knew there and then,
we were going to be real close friends,
she oozed class and she had me rapt,
my heart beat climbed high,
like, I'd scored a drop dead gorgeous
piece of sugar pie.
I thought yeah!
She'd be the ideal girl for me.

And she would be,
if she could dance the Watusi
she'd be fine with me.
Well, I'm not one
to beat around the bush,
I cut to the quick,
so I sauntered right up to her
and in my smoothest Southern drawl
asked the lil' darling,
"Sweet Darling would you like
a cup of Chardonnay?"
And she, in the most playful way,
smiled coyly and replied,
"Why Mister, surely I would,
I can't resist a fine wine!"

As we sipped on the wine,
there was a warming glow
between us two, we were starting
to cog, like in sync watches.
I thought to myself, I can play
a part, in her every dream,
my lil' darling and I dancing,
to the beat of a lava stream.
We took to the dance hall floor,
expressing our close body simmer,
the Watusi sounds,
had us all a glimmer.

Then we pulled closer,
the gravity was electric,
a sacred feeling,
I could feel between my hips
and she,
she had a primordial fragrance,
I could smell beneath her
fashionable clothes.
Reasonableness was fading
quickly with the pace,
I held her face
and we fell
into another dimension.

A flow of passion ignited,
there was no containing,
the flare,
our lips burnt with an excited
and intoxicating fervor,
our skin to skin contact,
was like an ember.
Eros, had my sugar pie and I
in mind,
when he wrote the script,
to the sensual Watusi bind.

guys with tight six packs
ride atop the wave's backs

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun

tunneling waves
curling nicely into shore
suntanned guys
enjoying the surf's lore

waxed boards slicing through
the topaz sea's hues
surfer guys all paving the way
to the blue waters dues

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun

the Egyptians of ancient times
worked in the sun for few dimes

they slavishly carted square blocks
to ***** temples and pyramid docks  

as the sun streamed down
upon their heads
the workers in stone
wanted their sun god dead

they offered orisons
to Ra telling him he'd gone too far
by sending forth an over abundance
of hot solar bars

so the laborers of ancient Egypt
took refuge from Ra's heat
in the pharaoh's cool crypt

florid blooms adorning avenues and streets
floral petals unfolding to the sun's rays
fragrances sweet they prettily emanate
flourishes of splendid color so varied of hue
fabulous in a bouquet tied with lace or ribbon
freshly cut daises placed on restaurant tables
filling the eyes in a most pleasant way

who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
twas evident to the eye, a love connection did abide
longstanding of nature, who were they kidding

in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
in public careful they were, a mishap would give them away
they played it safe, concealing a linkage

why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
truth is being honest, feelings precious can be shown
covertness lacks integrity, why do they persist with a charade

a mishap would give them away, a love connection did abide
twas evident to the eye, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, who were they kidding
feelings precious can be shown, they played it safe
in public careful they were, covertness lacks integrity
concealing a linkage, longstanding of nature

the hourglasses of our lives
are denoted by every grain of sand
the times of joy
the times of sadness
the times of achievement
the times of failure
the times of plenty
the times of nothing

the sands of time
in our individual hourglasses
all leave their distinctive marks
as they pass through
the necks of our hourglasses
we can reflect on each
of those grains of sands
they're an indelible record
of our life's span