Every now and then,
I get that feeling
like I’m hanging out
in Winslow.
When I get peaceful,
there’s a smile running across
my face as wide as the Grand Canyon.
A real woman will to do that to you
you know.
That’s genuine joy…..for real.

I don't care about the white granular stuff,
I just want to taste her pouty-lips,
she's acting real tough, but
I just know they're sweeter than cherry pie,
her eyes tell me so.

I want to go to Romania,
split this vacuum,
fly jumbo
across the deep blue
into Bucharest.

I want to adopt a gypsy baby,
a fat one with olive skin,
one with Romany eyes,
cries all the time,
bangs its head
against the crib.

I want to be a saint,
make a difference
in at least one person's life.
I figured a gypsy baby
might be the most grateful.

Having another gypsy
as a parent
would certainly
be better than
a non-gypsy one.

Passing judgment is subjective,
it’s in the eyes of the beholder.
You know it, don’t do it.
It goes something like you point a finger at someone
& they're four pointing back at you.
Like who makes anyone a judge & jury?
That’s right, arrogance.
It’s usually themselves,
spilling volumes about how righteous they are.
They’re what some label a smokescreen character,
a ******* flimflam artist,
holier than thou, you know the type.
They wouldn’t last ten seconds in a firefight.

Bottom line: trust no one, not even yourself.
I saw family members
give up their relatives
to make a buck.
That’s right, greenbacks.
A regular family-affair.
Imagine selling out blood for paper.
We called it a war on terror.
They called it Jihad.
It didn’t matter what anybody called it.
There was no God involved.
Just human nature & people pointing fingers.
The same old show,
the same old ****,
dogs & ponies
one upping each other.

Vibrant and spunky
Traditional beverage
Calms the anxious soul

I have walked with devils,
held their hands
in the darkest corners
of the material world, but
they've shown me nothing of value,
only drained me of my sanity,
my assets & my faith.

And when
I prayed to Jesus
for assistance,
I found out
he was big business too.
For a small donation,
they said they'd say a prayer
for my salvation.

Hell, what kind of Jesus
takes money
from destitute people
in trouble
& asking for help?
Tell me, Jesus!

I think she’s drop dead
A fox hidden in disguise
It’s in her sweet eyes

In black and white,
she's rather cute,
just right.

But in color,
she's much more alive,
she is out of this world,
the Queen of the Universe,
she's that striking,
such a delightful smile,
her dimples rock!

Years of personal experience,
I made my recommendation,
but the know-it-all didn't listen,
he bought the canary-colored backpack anyway.  

I chuckled under my breath,
thinking how
every toucan in the jungle
was going to be chasing him
on his dream vacation
to the jungle.

Idiot.