There once was a word, I cannot say and
The letter they did blame for it was the letter K

Born bad from the start, she crossed her legs
The letter they did blame was the letter K

She crosses her legs, you can hear the grown men pang
She crosses her legs, yeah the letter K

If you see Katy, tell her not my name
That's the one that crosses, crosses her legs

Never blame the other letters, always blame the same
Put it all on the weighty legs of the letter K

Smurfette.  She hated that
As she laughed in the lights
at the Williams Center
That night in '04
Introduced to me by her co-star
But, we met before
at the stadium in '98
but, not THAT stadium
And we shared some together time
But, not that' way
And she asked me if I did drugs
And I said "No, I like the cure."
And I saw what she was doing
And she said  "C'mon try some."
And I saw the emptiness in her face
Then, a look of fear
Then, giggles
And I smiled but, I wasn't happy
Because I could tell that this loose cannon
Had limited time left
from the bones that stuck out of her skin
And I cried  "Eat something Please!"
"Oh, I'm alright." she replied
From the emptiness

If I tore apart
What was art
And made it real
Not to conceal
My thoughts and aspirations
Insinuations
Inoculations
My trials and tribulations
Meaning nothing
No education
No learning experience
Forced into labor
Tormented to dance
One supplication
Give a little back of what you took
I wasn't asking for all
Just a sum
Less than you took from me
And I begged, and I pleaded, and you ignored
  
Well, yesterday you had your chance
You could have been a man
Instead you choose ignorance
*** 'em, *** 'em, *** 'em
*** 'em, *** 'em, *** 'em
Funny language you use
Now I get the name
And why people marry for revenge
  
Well, there's a fat cat at
Ninety fourth and
Sea Pea Double You
And their doorman is my doormat
And he stains
And he stinks of *** fat
And the bloodstains on your door
Will they silence your high *****
As she bleeds in the high roar
Of the flaming fire down below
Across the Styx
  
Given every chance I know
But, the fat cat could not let go
Now his friends they talk real low
'bout the crazy guy named joe
How he sits with his cold toes
In a lonely old jail cell
And the fat cat and his kitty
Had a chance, now it's o'er
And the worms feast as they bore
In to fat cat and his kitty
  
Don't you look at me as bad
For I know what you did was sad
And If I give your girl a name
I owe her that and much more pain
Roll over now or
Turn around
You haven't ears to
Hear this
Sound

Why do eggs always want to play chicken?

My grandmother's boyfriend ***** me at three
They thought that I liked it.  No, I said please
Leave me alone, you're not funny, this hurts
Then I would have to wear sicko's hot spurts
  
This, added with prenatal memories
Left me scarred for life, an e'mergency
Case of I'll get back in time.  Do you hear?
Now that I've killed you can call me a queer
  
Just 'cause you said it don't make it true
You'd probably hurt me more,  make me eat glue
Imagine one day that this happened to you
And know just how much I am permanently *******

Please
Defibrillate me
I'm Dying In my pain
Please
Defibril1ate me
I'm dying In my heart
I've had my heart hurt
For so many years
Denying myself
The growth I deserve
No longer helpless,  
Defenseless. I'm free
To live my life now
So somebody please
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my soul
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
It's my heart
I've turned so cold
Away, withdrawn
Always frustrated
I'm here alone
I need a partner
Can't do it alone
I need a jump-start
Not some doggie's bone so
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my dream
Please
Defibrillate me
Come, flying to my heart
I told the doctor
Just leave me alone
Don't need no x-ray
Pills? Oh, no, no
I need a real love
To heal me again
A ton of love, love
Not one etched in sand
So, please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my pain
Please
Defibrillate me
I'm dying
In my heart
It's my heart, dying
Dying

Hannah Henna slinging hash at least
She's not the ***** who forty years
or more ago made me her
***** and my *** could be no sorer

I never even married her
I have no ring to blame
They forged the signatures to look
Then made me' look like such a schnook

I sorely want to knock up heather
But, all she'll make are crack babies
I don't know how to diaper them
At least she doesn't ******* men

Wish all my children, real and' pretend
Would one day forgive me for their mothers' sins

Eight crazy knights of
the NFL did **** the
Queen Victoria

The victory queen
upon hurt so screamed "can't watch
anymore of ya"

dad said son i threw out your cards
i wept and cried with tears
then my head
got smashed
in tree
along with all my dreams
lost in time
  
well it caught up
paid for all my demons
could die wasted
plastered faces
seen with broken miles
  
drove my cab
three million miles
three million miles
demensions
dementations
jim, harold, patrick
gone forever
well, maybe not
  
spock, can you hear me
I gave up on destiny
and shooting stars
and all that misery
  
I learn to dry my tears
upon the open wind
and wash my mind
with breath of broken sea
  
and now i've got to go
charge the three point per
and the extras keep coming
yeah the extras keep coming
to keep me
they make me sleepy
but i don't sleep

Third grade rules. They sound simple and really, one does not
have to be a brainiac in order to understand them. Although one learns them in the third grade, they remain valid though the rest of one's life.

Rule#1:  Making something you want yours.
In order to make something you want yours, simply spit all over it. Trust me, no one else will want it. And it will be yours for the rest of your existence.  

Rule#2:  Making someone it.
In order to make someone it, simply take your index finger and poke the person you want to be it. Then say "You're it". Then, they will be it.

To do it with someone you want to be yours. First, spit all over them. Then make them it. Then you can do it with the one who is yours. Do you see now how simple life can be just by applying the rules of the third grade. I hope I have helped clarify things for the better of everyone. There is no need to thank me and have a great summer.

your poet

Goodbye

Mary had a little dog.
She named him Lambchop.

A Cop Murdered an innocent man yesterday on Summit Ave.
no charges were filed

Hey fella did you hear?

what's that

Construction companies are creating housing
for 15,000 new residents in Hackensack, NJ

for who?

Chris Christie's mob buddies.

Chris Christie doesn't have any mob buddies. He doesn't
have any buddies at all. He just sits there on his fat ***
eating every ding **** in site.

Hey, the press said he lowered unemployment by seven per cent.

Don't believe the press.  The reason unemployment is so low is that the
seven per cent who Were on unemployment are now considered no
longer employable. And were moved off the list to social security.
Resulting in the change.

Hey, aren't the cops there crim.

Shhh, they're trying to get people to move here.

Have they tested the water yet.

They don't have to. Water is something you purchase off the shelf.

Where?

HERE!

in hackensack

Not in Newark Bay where they haven't even looked yet.

Last night at the RNC

a republican did so declare

The people of this country want

less freedom and more government

Are you sure you're not workin' fo' 'bama

Well, it happened
I shouldn't have posted that' poem
NOT FROM A HAILSTORM
I forgot her daughter stalks my poetry-
like a myspace ******

At this time I must confess
I have no real talent
I just jot down words from memory
It's really not a skill

So my sister karen flies up from florida
She probably has money left over from
robbing me back in 2000
and in the seventies
and in the eighties
and in the nineties

It wasn't good enough for her to smash
My two year old brain in
with her heavy wood doll in 1960

or grabbing my ears and smashing
the back of my skull until
the pain turned to numbness from '65 to '70

or giving her girlfriend Laura the keys
to our house in maywood so that Laura could
steal whatever she wanted

It wasn't good enough
that her daughters would steal
Whatever they wanted
Whenever they wanted

So, I had one request
STOP VISITING ME
LEAVE ME ALONE
and they won't even grant me that' dying wish

But, a parasite needs to feed
off the unsuspecting
or they will die

Well, there is no more forgiveness
left
for any of them

So she tricks the library
into thinking she wants to surprise me
Takes a burning zippo
and scorches the back of my neck with it
I was quite surprised

Just think
If I never let her get away
with robbing me all those years
she could not have been able
to afford her act of vengeance

My sister karen knows how to cause neck pain

We used to sing a kind song
The melody rang true
Not like what you hear today
So many fell like you
  
This used to be a kind town
Where people shake your hand
You didn't have to worry
Of fire from a can
  
It's kind of like a sad song
Where people die from love
Or you can take a bite of this
Oh! No, you can't
Oh! No, you can't
  
We're trapped like rats in cities
Don't go outside to breathe
The politicians make it harder
And we just stand at ease
Or wind up Kennedys
  
We used to sing a kind song
We used to be a kind town
We used to sing a love song
What happens now?

She was smoking
At the Capitol
I saw her picture
In the telephone [booth]
Smoke was flying
In the air
You should have seen her
She was there
It was a rock show
And it was bold
Just like a rock show
At the Capitol
Smoking weasels
Rocking on
She had me teasing
She put it on
  
Rock show at the Capitol
That was where to go-go-go
Get your girl and spend your dough
There's a rock show at the Capitol
  
She was smoking
In the men's room
At the Capitol
She was btchn'
She blew my mind
Then she blew me away
  
And you wouldn't believe
They tore that building down
I can't even find that town, now!
But, believe it
There was magic in the air
I can't believe it
Seems like yesterday
You wouldn't believe it
The way they wailed away
Bouncing and shaking their bones
And they were dancing
Singing and clapping and dancing
And dancing away
  
She was steaming
I licked her ear
It was awesome
Screaming in the air
Everywhere
The gang was there
Kicking, Puffing
And banging there
She left smoking
At the Capitol

The hotdog poet The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody  Summertime  The hotdog poet
The hotdog poet  The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody kick the dog  The hotdog poet

Misery from a *****
I loved that dog
black as coal
soft brown spots
on her shiny coat

They used to kick these dogs and
Label them as nazis

But, she endured and ignored
the razzings

She had a good life in her little
own **** doggie world

Today, most phones have cameras and
most cameras have phones.  This only
proves that people who take pictures,
also like to talk a lot.

There's a blind man at The Garden
and he's dancing to The Dead
He hasn't any worries
Bouncing in or on his head

His wife pulled out his eyeballs
so he'd never look again
At anybody else but her
Posession, not his friend

His father blames the white folk
for all the damage to his kin
Hey listen!  Twas the wife, folk
not the color of her skin

Then she pops in eyeballs from the Mr. Potato Head Game
into his sockets
Just to play with everybody's head
She loves him

I hate your guts
I never ever loved you
I couldn't stand you stalking me
on my morning run

You're a very bad neighbor
But, I'll never need a gun
Don't need someone so serious
Can't we just have fun

and I say

Bye Bye Angel
Let my silence run
So much fun to be with you
When we were very young

tonight I'll

Cry Cry Angel
For the loss of one
True friend to the very end
If it could be undone

I'd eat your cancer
make it go away
shut the door on that

Too late for wishful thinking now
She never will come back
The brightest spot of the seventies
Is gone forever, jack

so I say

Bye Bye Angel
I'll see you in the sky
When driving up the PCH
I'll look for rainbow smiles

and I say

Bye Bye Angel
I liked that final kiss
It's not the gift that one would wish
But I think I get the gist

Bye Bye Angel
I hope to see you soon
Better to be dead than here
Just wishing on the moon

Peter Boyle was a ***** old thief
And he took me for three million
Just before he died he came to visit me
Just to brag about it
He said "Hey DaveE Ha Ha Ha
I took you for a sucker.
No, just kidding!
You're my only friend
Since John Lennon died"
Then I remembered times with Peter and John
And how we did brainstorming
That one time
Just kicking back
And talking about things
And smoking each other's packs of cigarettes
And laughing
  
Just last winter I saw her face
The girl with the golden tan
Hope I see that woman again
Working for the pizza man

proud intimate cask
singing halfhearted green masks
screaming stale creamy

Secretary Clinton wants you
to believe that a womanizer
would make a terrible leader

She is sooooo forgetful

squealing landlord rants
eruption frolics, donkey
drizzles bleakly, great

It could have been in any cove
In any sleepy desert oasis
Mine was down from the left
of the Put-put course
the one with
the prettiest girl in spain

For three days after the first burn
I stayed inside the villa
Then dared the solar power
to further fry my body

I lay in the mediteranean
with so heavy a salt content
floating about aimlessly
until it bumped me

As I awaken from my sun slumber
The smile and the blood thirsty look take me in its eye
and I freeze cold for three
quarters of a second.  Before punching
it's nose
and then in its eye
and again in its brain
Giving the blood thirsty beast the education he requires
to satisfy my hunger
I drag him to the pebble beach
and beat his brain repeatedly
with a succession of right crosses
then plead

Charlie Kitchell take my picture
Kathy Kitchell take my picture
Michael Meadows take my picture

Five Foot TEN INCH SHARK
Caught by six foot twenty-three
year old G.I.

This calls for a celebration
First with laughter
Then with liquor
Then with feast of prey
and more liquor

We ate for a week
and with barcardi at a dollar a gallon
puked to our hearts content

Not in Alliconte
with its industry
Not in Benidorm
with its way too many brits

Altea
the so quiet
its mob eerie quiet
the most relaxing place I've ever been

Where my high powered zoom lens
took many **** photos of
Beautiful women

Where we de-wasped the bushes
by the pool at the rented villa

and I performed the most daring
feat of my life
ending a shark's
with my bare hands

About a month ago I had asked politicians to take the power
of cannabis sales out of the hands of criminals. Now, all of a
sudden, I am taken for some drugged-up *** smoking  loser
who only wants the whole world to be ****** on ***. People, I
can assure you that nothing is more further from the truth. But,
that is what politicians do. Tell lies and distort the truth. The facts
remain. All I want is for criminals to have less power. And the only
way to make that happen is to have all *** sales be government-
controlled, which would create a surplus of dollars for everyone.
That is all I am asking. For more power to the government. And less power to criminals. If this is not clear to you by now then, see
a doctor right away and get the mental help you so desperately need.

A Poet

I murdered off the vigilante poet again
In a pre-year valentine
I wanted one more mother of a time
Going to the greatest highway band in town
  
We're gonna crack the code for freedom
Figure out how peace can stay
Even change the bell if need be
or even die for peace or change
  
An another war on this world started today
And we got prods on planet mars
Little Dipper ain't built yet
But I doubt that it will not
  
When we crack the code for freedom
Figure out how peace can stay
And pass it out to all the people
That need it more than us today
  
When we crack the code for freedom
Figure out how peace can stay
Even change the bell if need be
or even die for peace or change...

How's your mother
Down in Melbourne
Doing after these few years
Well, I hope she doesn't mind
That I might bide
And I hope she digs this scene
As we go on our way
On our way
  
How's your mother in Deltona
Doing with the work she does
Well, you know I don't remember
How you spent the days
But, you sure do know how
in many other ways
And I feel stupid
Yes, I do
  
How's your mother in West Maywood
Doing after all these years
Well, you know it a cold hard spring
And we're losing everything
And you know it's a cold hard spring
Don't you know it's a cold hard spring
A cold hard spring
  
How's you're baby in Altoona
Been to Stuttgart or to sea?
But, you know it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
And it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
The apple pie
The apple pie
When you're eating apple pie
  
How's you're mother doing
Where's she from?

I've come around
Through all these years
I've turned around
After all the tears
  
You said you loved me
Then you left me standing there
You said you loved me
Then you left me over here
  
I've come around
I've got the gears
To turn around
And wipe it clear
  
You ran around and tricked me
But, I didn't sneer
Now you're spreading lies about me
The truth is out now dear
  
I've turned around
I've made it clear
Those other clowns
They're not me dear
  
I've got it all together now
It is perfectly clear
There's no more choices for you now
There is only me, dear
  
I've turned around
For you my dear
I've turned around
For you my dear

Riding on a horse
Fighting with her sword
She is not a *****
She is wearing leather
  
Saving all the poor
Fighting with a sword
Giants in the land
And the mighty dragons
  
Xena is my queen
But they call her princess
All she want to do
Go around and conquer
  
She can conquer me
Anytime she wants to
That is all I say
'bout the mighty princess
Xena is her name
Do you know her address

Do we make compromises for
Our comforts
When we are everywhere

When I was a kid
I don't rem-ember exactly when
5, maybe 6, or seven
my mother was such a *******
she'd tell me to "go get the belt"

and I, like a dolt,
would go the the closet
in my room
grab a nice one
and return to her with it

Where she would
repeatedly strike me with it
this would go on for a period
of about four years

Until one day an old man
entered my room and witted
"Hey Kid! next time she asks
you to "go get the belt"
Go HIDE!

Unless you want to be beaten again
for being a go-get-'er"

Tom Hanks goes on the view
and says
Bob the grip is not receiving
his Christmas bonus this year
Due to pirating

Tom  isn't losing money
Brad isn't losing money
Leo   isn't losing money

Julia made her forty million
Jen   made her forty million
Reese made her forty million

Just think,
if people don't stop pirating
The entire movie industry
could go belly-up

People just don't get it
Bob the grip relies on that Christmas bonus
to make ends meet

I'm going to buy my next car
from
Jennifer Motors

Little Red Robin in the hood
Bang Bang  Shot him down
Shot him down for good

Little little angel now
doing what he should
Crazy!  Ain't we crazy now
with vigilante justice

Every day my welts bleed
Like the day I was suspended
In the fourth grade
For disrupting the learning
Process of the other children
  
No child should be sent home for that
No child should be sent home after that
No child should be sent home back to that
No child should know this pain
  
Mother said I was faking it
  
I try to sleep at night
Lying there
My welts still bleeding

Had nice thoughts of Florida
'till a gator ate a man, so morbida

There was a love like no other love
There was a love
And there it was
Just that' one love, no other love
No other love can cure this pain of love
There was a love
There was a love
And now a void, a void of love
Inside a vacuum, pain of said void
Seduces me into sadness
Can't see the light that I once had

She gave me love, She gave me love
She gave me love to go
She gave me love, She gave me love
She gave me love to go

Looked into her eyes, to my surprise
Her light, it healed me
Could feel the healing power of her eyes
That healed me
Once had fears;all disappeared
Was the love in the light of her eyes
And now I feel just like the man on the mountain
On the mountain that fell down in New Hampshire
  

She gave me love, the purest love
She gave me love
She gave me love, she gave me love
She gave me love to go
  
She gave me love, she gave me love
She gave me love to go
  

Open the door and take a seat
She'll take your order
She'll write it down
You won't come down
You'll see her shine
On any highway, in any america
See her going
Bagging up love, letting it leave
Leave me


  
She gave me love, she gave me love
She gave me love to go
She gave me love, she gave me love
She gave me love to go


  
She'll give you love, she'll give you love
She'll give you love
She'll give you love, she'll give you love
She'll give you love to go

I'm sorry to everyone
Who reads of my smithings
Poetry should not
Be grotesque or be gritty
  
It should be filled with love
And of words that are pretty
And laughter or other
Kind words or the silly
  
But never should anyone
Read of my hurt
The pain and the suffering
Or of my bleeding shirt
  
I'm sorry but I
Still have to tell you the truth
For hiding it
Just makes it uglier too
  
The butterflies try
To make it go away
But ugly is ugly
I'm sorry today

Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Su'ze and Faridi
  
All my babies cry and tease me
All you had to do, drop them then please me
  
Who knew that hawks could fly at night
Fell off my bike, retired for life
  
Greenbriar boys will try to tell ya
"I ain't tryin' to gaslight no one fella"
  
Hey all my girlfriends round and rounder
I'm so glad I grabbed and found her
  
Here we go, here we go, Big Blue Diamond
Telling everybody I'm one loose cannon
  
Choo-Choo  Choo-Choo  long train running
Look at that ******, he's still gunning
  
Rich man, Rich man, overpaid me
******* off ****** going to save me?
  
Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Suze and Faridi

Madam hear you rang
Serving hazelnut meringue
Truly just desserts

When I was superman I could fly
higher than a ferris wheel
up in the sky

'All the way up there
Where the satellites could knock you down
where a laser beam can hit your head
make you tumble

When I was superman I was living
out of town
Overseas, somewhere I cannot disclose

And I was looking for that perfect gal
but, all I found were secret agents and spies

Her name was sara foster
and I don't think I've ever had better
than that tech. busted down to SSgt.
or the blonde imitation of her

Many girls lost many stripes
when losing it upstairs
Satellites travel fast
the coffee served made [for] even faster

Running after work
Running away later
Running and Still Running
like the water[fall] [EL] Cap-y-tan

friend
I dreamed of you
  
that you came to see me
and for an hour or two
  
my fantasies played true
as we tossed and turned
  
we made one from two
and now I am lost

God's way of gambling.

Mary had a little lamb
But, kept to her diet plan
So, no starches

I'm a teenage ******
I stole my uncle's rifle
I took it to school with me one day
to show all my friends
what I can do

I said "Yo, Roger!"  BOOM!
***** you
Look what I can do
I said "Hey, Nancy"  BA-BOOM!
I can't meet you after school
Not today

I see more friends
I shoot them too
I really don't know what I am doing
and could grow up one day to
see how foolish I was but

That is not going to happen
as I point my weapon at my head
and escape
the misery
in this world of madness

I hold my pillow, grab it's ***
pretend it's you.  But, I'm in Forever
The time in between with you.  It's
hard as ever waiting, craving for more
you.  Hop on my pistol girl 'cause I've
got shots for you.  I was crazy,
very crazy to just sit there and not
move.  Or, was I dreaming.  How could
I be good enough for you.  I'm just
a dreamer but, i beat Everest
Don't dream that one dream 'cause
even cheaters pay for that and losers
stay there forever for free.  Just free me
from my misery or add to it my sea
All the pain and agony dissolves
when you are near me.  The emptiness,
it disapears even memories of pain.
So come on back and pick me up I'll
give it back with you again.

The twitter bird is blue
How I feel without you

Jesus approached Santa the other day.  "Yo Santa!  What's the big idea?"
quipped Jesus.  "Huh?" mumbled Santa.  "You heard me, you fat bstrd!"
Jesus declared vociferously.  "Hey, watch who you're calling bstrd."  Santa replied.  "Well then fess up."  Jesus demanded.  "Jesus, I swear to Christ, I really don't know what the fck you are talking about."  replied Santa.  "You know exactly what I am talking about Claus and don't try to deny it."  snapped Jesus.  "What did I do?"  asked Santa.  "You're giving away gifts on MY birthday.  What's the big Idea?"  resnapped Jesus.  "Th-Th-the children."  was all that Santa was able to mutter.  "Give them gifts on THEIR birthday, *sshl*."  endeth Jesus.

It was early 21st century and in the Saddle River County Park in Saddle Brook, the good one, not the one on the other side.  But, the one where Officer Reycuk lets the postal employees from the Paterson Distribution Center bone-up for lunch.  There, was a duck and he would waddle up to the park-goers (people) and he would harass and berate them.  I was sitting on the bench near the parking lot, (the one that faces the restrooms) and I had my feet turned in and pressed together. I must have spent an hour or more observing this duck as he made sure that everyone in the entire park got a piece of his lip.  Anyway, as he was tiring-out he must have mistaken my feet for a nest and he waddled his way on top of them.  Making himself comfortable and tucking his head under his wing to take a nap.  I felt so for this little lad that I made sure not to move my feet to disturb him.  As passerbys made comments and chuckled.  I imagined just what of this duck could be dreaming.  A simpler time perhaps.  When he had no stress.  No worries.  No responsibilities.  No need to yell at the humans who come into his place of abode and destroy it.  With their littering and smoking and loud rudeness.  Or maybe he was dreaming about some swan he's had his eye on, or flying, or going for a swim.  Then, without warning, I pulled my feet abruptly apart and chided him vociferously "YOU DUMB DUCK!  PEOPLE are dreamers NOT DUCKS!  He just shook his head, then waddled away mumbling to himself incoherently.