My sister karen was a manhater
she hated all men
deliriously
she would sit on the top
of the bunkbed she shared with sue
and with one finger curl her hair
then pull it out by the roots
it was quite disturbing
she would spend hours
every saturday doing this
until she had almost no hair left
the family worried for her

During the week when I would
come home from school (I think
I was around 7 or 8) karen (being
older and bigger) would run up to me
kick me in the gut
push me to the floor
jump on top of me
grab me by the ears
and pound my head
on the floor until
my brains fell out
this went on for several weeks
until I told my parents and
they finally put an end to it

One night sue didn't want to get caught
eating an apple in bed
so she put the core in the toilet
and it clogged it
we (all four of us)
were awakened in the middle of the night
and had to line up so my mother
could beat us with a belt
until someone confessed
I was tired so I said okay
I did it
I got a good belting that night
I was suspended from school
for a week because the teacher
complained that the welts on my back
were bleeding so profusely that
lt was interrupting the learning process
of the other children

One day I was coming home from school
and I got caught in a hailstorm
I got pelted really good
Lucky for me Mr. Doty was home for lunch
so I took cover under
his light blue ford f-series pick-up truck
hail as big as golf *****
some the size of baseballs
continued to rain down
I don't know for how long
because I fell asleep

"What were you doing under there?"
he questioned as he was shaking my arm
awakening me
(I quess he thought I was messing around
or something)
I came to and stated
"THE GOLF ***** WERE FALLING
I NEEDED A PLACE TO HIDE"
"oh" he said
"you mean to tell me you were in THAT?"
"yessir" I replied
"well, your schoolday's almost over,
maybe you should go home and rest"
"yessir"
And I went home and rested

When karen turned eighteen
she married a wife beater
for nearly ten years he would
ugly 'er up
finally she couldn't take anymore
and divorced him

But she was only following tradition
my grandpa beat his wife
my father beat his wife
and al beat karen

Yep, those three knew
how to really take a beating

But, not from a hailstorm

A Pesky Pensee Of Two Leaders
  
I knew
Gerald and James
One took the world by storm
One took a nation gone wrong
Both on other side now
  
Tanstaaft 1
  
Godfather Brown
President Ford
Closer to Lord
  
  
Tanstaaft 2
  
President Ford
Godfather Brown
Now in the ground
  
  
  
Quinzaine
  
Gerald Ford and Ol' James Brown
Who has more guests
At their rests

Tuesday Weld was a frigger
She was friggin' everywhere and
Everywhere she went, she frigged
As a matter of fact
There wasn't a day that went by
In which Tuesday wouldn't frig

She frigged at the supermarket
She would frig at the mall
She frigged at the movies
She frigged at the gas-pump
She was caught frigging at the dentist
She even frigged down the shore

All her twenty-seven siblings
Worked the local house of ill-repute
It had a bar inside of it
And was Whorethorne's best kept secret
Even the police would get laid there (on Tuesdays)

Finally, the townspeople of Whorethorne
Could not take it anymore
And they burnt down The Barn
Then, just like Tuesday
They too
Went frigging nuts

Anna Christina
You lied  You lied  You Madam
The fine is time served

robin williams' ghost goes into a ghost bar
the announcer announces him
"ladies and gentlemen please welcome
the newly arrived robin williams' ghost"
{The audience is dead silent}
robin williams ghost speaks "whoa, tough
crowd, must be a lot of zombies here tonight
anyway frankenstein goes into a bar
the bartender sees him and says
"we don't serve your kind"
frankenstein is like "huh"
the bartender replies
"you heard me, we don't serve your kind
you wanna drink, go to the monster bar
two blocks down, big sign, monster, bar"
frankenstein turns and as he is walking away
shakes his head and sighs "always the same thing
go to the monster bar, go to the monster bar.""

Walking through space
the stars form vehicles
for our imaginations

If I
Had to jump off
of the grand canyon to
prove to you that I love you true
then this I would do but,
That would leave you
Alone

one little poem
can heal a hurt
one little poem
in the pocket of a shirt

a shirt that's ripped
with a spot of dirt
has a poem in its pocket
that could heal a hurt

a hurt can't heal
if a heart can't hear
the words of the poem
that create the cure

the cure for the hurt
it begins with a verse
but you need to read the words
so the cure can be heard

be heard all ye poets
check the pocket of your shirts
and speak of the poem
that can heal a hurt

a hurt can be healed
by the power of a verse
one little poem
in the pocket of your shirt

Ode to the Last Vast Wetlands

We teach our children to love Jesus
and to believe in Santa Claus
Just to mess with all their little heads
And easter bunnies bearing chocolate eggs
on the day he died and then was resurrected

We teach our children that the sun rises
When in fact it's just the earth that is turning
and when it sets, it really doesn't
But, we don't let on that sunsets aren't real

There are no Appaloosas up in Whitehorse
Just what is left of precious metal - gold
and all the souls of dead bear that I murdered
to keep a rich girl warm when it gets cold

We teach our parents that they will be rewarded
Someday, if they a-leave-a us alone
But, there always has to be that one girl
who thinks she's rich enough for baby's bone

So there you have it - something is in learning
That some of us will never figure out
Because it takes a brain to stop some God from killing
And an oil well can only provide drought

One Gun
One Mum

One Gun
One Mum

One Gun, One Mum
One Gun, One Mum

poor sandy so tattered
worse than any ocean storm could batter

one mum with a gun
taught her only son to **** her

"**** 'em all, let's have some fun."
said one mum with a gun

One gum
One mum
One son

Run, lift, hop, skip and jump
Now's the time to have a fun thump
All men take off with their dames
To see who's best at the Olympic Games

Those **** palestineans
They always start
with the throwing of the rocks

They throw the rocks at the people
and they throw the rocks at the cars
and the windows and they break the glass

And then the rocks aren't good enough
They gotta go out and get the guns

And then the guns aren't good enough
They have to throw the hand grenades

Then the hand grenades aren't good enough
They go and make the car bombs

Then the car bombs aren't good enough
They go and make a bigger bomb

Then THAT bomb isn't good enough
They gotta make a nuclear bomb

And if THAT thing goes off
Oh, for goodness sakes!

Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
He told little Margie
Not to tell
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy had Edie
on his knee
Oh, poor Edie
What he did to her
When she was three
Oh, poor Edie
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor Edie
Oh, poor daddy
  
Daddy got drunk
and wet in the well
Oh, poor daddy
Mama bit her lip
and got beat to hell
Oh, poor daddy
  
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy
Oh, poor daddy

LIVES MATTER

END RACISM

Ol' Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his curds and whey
Along came a spider
That sat down beside him
Jack slapped that spider dead
Mixed him in with his curds and whey
And enjoyed the extra protein
"MMMMMmmmmmmm" said Jack
"Deeee-licious"!

Once upon a time,
       There was a farmer who had no friends
so he picked his potatoes and cut off their ends
one potato, two potato, three potato, four,
five potato, six potato, seven potato,
ate potato no more.

I've got a world wide plan
I'm gonna lend a hand
I've got to find a band
I'm gonna make a stand
  
Gonna get all the people
to shake each other's hand
Gonna smile at a hater
Try to make him understand
  
Feel the power of the universe
Sing the Sunday verse
Feel the power of the universe
Sing the Sunday verse
  
We are all one power
And that power lives and breathes
We are all one power
We can all live here with ease
  
Get the power of the universe
Sing the Sunday verse
Get the power of the universe
Feed the leader's purse
  
Give to get more; really works
One power; one purse
Give to get more; really works
One power; one purse
  
Praise the power of the universe
Heal the hater's hurt
Praise the power of the universe
Heal the hater's hurt
  
It's a world wide plan
You've got to lend a hand
We're now all in one band
Let us try to understand

Guns are innocent
The gun does not **** people
People **** people

Their hands were so fast
as they waved goodbye.
We thought he'd be a good guy.
Why were we so high?
  
It was gone before he got there.
There wasn't any money left.
Nothing left for health care,
except for over there.
  
They called it a bailout.
Look closer!  They're not bailing, they're buying!
We'll save you IF, you let us own you.
Give us a piece and we'll keep you from dying.
  
No, No, No!  It's nothing like that.
You can still practice capitalism.
Just give us a piece.  You hear?
China has been living that way for years.

I drew ace nine as hold cards
So, as the raises increased at
two hundred dollar increments
I did not mind
I put it in

Then someone went all-in
and
suddenly my hold cards
became
very weak
and I folded

Now lets apply this strategy to the
current situation
Here in the USA

We are in several wars right now that
have bankrupted us
That is what wars do
"war is used to create debt"  ezra pound

World Wars cost us
Korea cost us
'Nam cost us
even the wars that were secret cost us

But, just because we spent trillions of dollars
Does not mean we have to spend trillions more

Mary had a little time
As she showed up early
for her appointment

My rooster's hard, bent blue again
Might break out of her pen
I'd hate to be the headline news
or view on news at ten
Four more people died today
Struck by hotwire pole
There must be something I can do
Something I can poke

I'd like to tunnel through then, glue
your underground encavement
So, no one else could trespass
on your petals nor their softness
I see you.  How do you do?
Let songs of love begin
Carried on through morning light
May sunshine never end
And lay your head on morning wood,
together we will mend

I've been sitting here
Letting life go
Just sitting here
Laying back in my easy chair
  
I lost all my possessions
Lost my career
I don't like where I'm living
Please!  Get me out of here
  
Somebody help me
Get on my feet again
Somebody help me
Get on my feet again
  
I need to laugh
I need to live
I need to love
I need your laugh
I need you, rib
I need your love

You know for centuries politicians have been trying to push their correctness on to everyone.  It's usually the first lady that does this as part of some etiquette program or something.  Etiquette is okay, I guess.  But, when you think about it, the only ones who really NEED to be politically correct SHOULD be the politicians.  Why would anyone who is NOT a politician be required to practice political correctness.  Why would a baker need to be politically correct, or a news anchor.  (Well, maybe a news anchor.)  But, an accountant or a cashier or a bus driver or a police officer.  They would have to be cashierly correct or accountantly correct or policely correct.  Wouldn't they?  Political correctness should only have to apply to politicians.

  As for me, All I really have to be is poetically correct.  Yes, there IS a thing.  You can look it up if you don't believe me.  Ya know, I was thinking about poetry the other day and I remembered poetical correctness and what it was all about.  It's been stated before by many and I'll try to explain it to you, to the best of my memory.

  To be poetically correct one must never use words that are negative or profane.  One must always use soft words that flow easily.  Words that produce warm feelings of sensuality and never words of hatred.  You must be descriptive when you speak of the spotted toad with the red stripe on its head and the shine that bounces off his slime when the sun shines through the tall trees of the forest where the rock he is perched on  sits parallel to a beautiful babbling brook.  Love and nature.  That should be the two things that one should write about.  Love and nature.
And the nature of love.  And one's love for nature. Or the nature of nature and the love of love. But, maybe they're not that much into nature.  Maybe they love the city and its grittiness.  Well, there you go ruininging the grandness of a city with description.  Poetical correctness.  Always think poetically and not politically and that's Poetical Correctness.

Today the Jets played
All-Fall-Down
Holmes  Revis  Out
Maybe next year

Tebow all you want
God's busy this year
with the Armegeddon
and the Mayan Calender
and all
Maybe next year

If you think I'm pretty
And give to me a fifty
I'll show to you some nifty
Tricks I learned in It'ly

I'm packing up boxes
I'm moving away
I went to see mother
She's in her grave
  
She forced me to do it
at only two
Choke on her boyfriend
Spit, swallow, and chew
  
She labeled me branded
Her lies, never true
I'm still fighting rumors
And living the blues
  
I was so beaten
Had welts that were bleeding
The teachers were screaming
Get out of our school
  
Then, one day I fought back
Whenever attacked
Did twenty-two push-ups
And more jumping jacks
  
I took her to court
And the judge said "you're lying"
And all mother did
was just sit there, just crying
  
They said I could go
to the county's safe home
But, it wouldn't be easy
With their share of sleazies
  
My father remarried
Had no time for me
He had a new family
Much different from me
  
Finally, I couldn't
stand it no more
And murdered my mother
That red headed *****
  
I'm packing up boxes
I'm moving away
She's lying there rotting-
in hell.  In her grave

Well I met Patty
The go-go dancer
Just one look
I thought she was the answer
I thought she was the answer
Well, I thought she was the answer
When I met Patty, Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty
Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty the go-go dancer

Well, her big brown eyes
Were b-bigger than her thighs
She sent me up
One hundred miles high
I tell ya I don't know
If might feet were on the ground
But, I sure do know
What I had found
What I had found
What I thought I had found
When I found Patty
Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty
Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty
The go-go dancer
The go-go dancer

Well she danced all night
Sweatin' like a hound dog
I had my hand on my heart
And my head was in a fog
Yeah, my head was in a fog

I met Patty the go-go dancer
Just one look I thought she was the answer
Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa, Pa-Pa-Pa-Patty

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing.
It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.
Love hurts it always has and lately it can also **** you and me.
*** is a sentence a death sentence *** is a threat to your short life.
*** makes your toes curl with the right girl *** can be something that is nice.
Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.
Love is pain and *** is pleasure *** is love when love is together.
It is a painful pleasure this love/*** thing a lot like everything.
Pleasurable pain that lasts forever whatever forever is.
This heart on my sleeve it burns like fire satisfy my desire.
Sometimes *** is love to die for forever always suicidal.
Burn this paper heart of mine in fire cry inferno desire.
And from its ashes it will learn to begin anew and love again.
Love again and begin anew these paper hearts of fire of mine.

You cut my heart out of a piece of paper.
Traced around it.  Saved it.

Colored it in to make it look like a rainbow.
Happiness can grow.

Cut it out again then folded it in half.
Now painted blue to match.

Put my name on it and handed it to me.
For everyone to see.

What do I do now that you're not around.
What do I do now.  I frown.

I'm on the east coast and you're in California.
Better weather there.  
  
I take out some paper and try to draw
a heart.  Put your name on it.  
  
But I won't cut it out.  I'll hold it
to my heart 'til it beats a kiss.

At two sixty three on a union street
They ain't afraid of no killer
They'll just shove 'em in their pipe
and smoke him up like backy
  
They break the neck of a pup/pussycat
Just to try to scare you
They're mendacious mothers/mendicants
You can't ignore their ignorance
Even a sponge has a right to think
The pumpernickel president  Hooligans
of the world unite, inherit the wind tonight
  
Lethal teenagers spread their aids
Interstate Highway Poet off of exit 16A
Here yee Hear ye
Step right up to the minstrel show
We've got your medicine right here
Whatever you need we're giving away
Whatever you want just don't be greedy
Take all you want but, it won't be free
Just say you need be ten thousand, a million
A trillion or more, who could put a limit on this
Go 'head now take a sip
Ain't that good fer ya/ ain't that swell
Mighty fine medicine
Mighty fine medicine
Don't forget your change
  
Moonlit Minstrel Dancing madness at the
New Millennium Medicine Show
You can't be on the Redding when you drive the B&O;
Heart and run away/Forget
I guess it's not your fault you're you
Look back but, the label stays
the one that I esquired to you
  
Cops in Vegas teaching drugs to children, 1963
Accuse me of blame with their askance
le seul inform'e!  Here I am
I saw white poppies grow at SHAPE
War is used to make debt e. pound
To hate what people love is to offend human nature
The villion shot 'em down Francois
  
Piero Mazda has no fear his Kumrad
Koba's over here  Now fix
John Adams, Jeff., and Lincoln
These men are a really awfully stinking
They won't take gifts/ They want to earn it
Take what they steal; pretend it has value
They drink their way into a bible
Did that one line make me enviable?
Come on someone try to fix it
Malia needs her tap, tax dances
The suffering has got to end
For EVERYONE my lonely friend
WE/ALL have got the power
Here, in seventeenth century France
I always try to give you choices dear mao  tse

Yankees, Reds and Red Sox
Royals, Rockies, Braves
Mariners and White Sox
Cardinals, Blue Jays
Angels, Orioles, Diamondbacks
Nationals and Twins
Tigers, Brewers, Pirates
Astros, Indians
Dodgers, Rangers, Mets and Cubs
Phillies and Padres
Giants, Marlins and the A's
Let's not forget those Devil Rays

Gothic on the sidewalk
lying in Graffiti
girl in a suntan
leaning 'gainst a tree
in Bikini

girl in blue jeans
dancing down the steps
pretty blue bikini
lying on the beach

***** on a railtrack
Making kissie-fish face
evening moods abound in leather
and in shades of tiffany [red]

a seaworthy lassie
Warning ***** words
looks like it's bedtime
six point five of her

******* a bear rug
Who is behind the mask?
Posing for perfection
Eyes that smile back

Serious posing
Oh No!  Modeling
runaway train strong
fairy-tale Queen

Babe on the beach
Looking so sweet
Look at her at sunset
What a treat

it's not real, love
when I feel love
more of a reel love
or a feeling of
some need, love
on their knees, love
when it's real love
like no other, love
can it be?, love
when you need love
be with me , love
in your need

Vote for me and I promise to..



******* and this country up the ***!
There!

How 'bout THAT for honest politics.
In other words I will do what every politician does.
The only difference is that I will tell you I'm doing it.
Instead of shaking my head and repeating "not me."

Poor
Ol'
Ehrgott
Trying to
Regain
Youth

text me when driving
I am tired of living
say goodbye cruel world

The State Of Colorado declared that
they made 12 million dollars by taxing
the sales of recreational marijuana.  As
it turned out, the figures were actually
a lot higher than that but the rest of
it mysteriously went up in smoke.

A leaf is dried
then sold
for the sole
purpose of burning

People burn their cash
on it
everybody gets burned
when the feds burn it

A lot of drunks
sit in a bar all
burnt up about it

but, that's just drunk talk

Tell me Tell me
Just how am I to know
If you don't tell me

Hear me Hear me
Won't you run up and save me now
pretty lady

Touch me Touch me
Let me feel your 'lectricity
C'mon Lady

See me See me
See even more, get to know me
Lovely lovely

Want me Want me
Just like I love you
You, my Lady, Pretty Lady

Let me Let me
Give you all you need
All my loving, All my loving

Pretty Lady Love

" The only thing that pleasures us
is killing babies with our guns"

These were the words
Sung
By members
of the ROTC
while jogging down union street in hackensack

Seventeen year old children
Being programmed
By our government
to pleasure themselves
by killing babies

Half a million innocent lives
Taken
by baby killers

War is Hell

Here

in hackensack
where the army rotc trains children to pleasure themselves

Sports Illustrated's
global warming photo-shoot
in Antarctica

My mommy
Sold me
She was cold
and Lonely

inheritance I didn't have
Her drug/pill habit took all of it
So sad

My mommy was so sick
she took the world
around her with her

She did things that rhyme with slick
butter things
that make a twitch

In college school
she found a ray
Her cowboy hero
had found his crazy

My mommy was that crazy
So beaten, unloved/enslaved, insane
My mommy was so crazy
So crazy So crazy

So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy
So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy
So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy
So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy
So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy  So Crazy

My mommy was so sick
she took our family with her
killed all of them
So sick

"There's no good dyin' alone."  she said
"There's no sense livin' alone."  she said

My mommy threw all of it
Never saved
She only spent

She bet her roll
on all of it

and fed them death
She died with them

My mommy was so sick
she took the world
around her with (her)

My mommy
Sold me
She was cold
So lonely

This is the story of Jennifer Rune
Thought she could carry a tune
Sang for a dollar, a dance, or a light
Down at the old Purple Moon
  
Handing her flowers and pushing his mite
Dapper man, Harry D. Sykes
He clowned around with her, dancing all night
Under the colorful lights
  
Saturday night they would line up the block
Waiting to dance, with delight
All the king's horses, with all of their gear
Wanting the queen of the night
  
Enter a girl at the old Purple Moon
Butter Jane Mary Moonlight
You'll never hear her name mentioned again
Look for it, don't look for it twice
  
One night a girl with a rose at the Moon
Promised ol' Harry a flight
Spinning in air while the room settled in
Floating with eyes upon eyes
  
Lifting her gently, they floated in air
Forever being in glide
Never not knowing they both were the one
For each other, for life  
  
Jennifer Rune cut a tooth at The Moon
What comes around went around twice
She's growing old at the old Purple Moon
Harry and Mary are tied
  
You too, can come to the old Purple Moon
It's down on Prospect, near Vine
Open 'til two o'clock during the week
Three o'clock Saturday night

Please mister
Find me a home
I have me some money
I'll throw you a bone
  
Please mister
I worked all my life
I had me a place
A place with my wife
  
Cookie Construction
Tore my home down
They razed it to nothing
Leveled to ground
  
This city's so crowded
There isn't the room
For someone disabled
Who has paid his dues
  
Who served for his country
The red, white and blue
We'll give him some money
And throw him his food
  
We'll move him two counties
It's better for him
Then to let him live where
His life did begin
  
We'll give him new neighbors
We'll give him new friends
We'll give him a stamp card
To eat with again
  
Hey, you with the uncle
How come no grin?
I'm too tuckered; tired
For this mess again

Why do eggs always want to play chicken?

Gonna take my dial from five-fifty
to a hundred and eight miles an hour
  
The radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
radio surfer
radio radio
  
Gonna move my dial on the radio
Surf it
See what pleasures I can find
Surf it
Look for something on the radio
Surf it
It's always changing all the time
A middle-aged man with a radio
Can feel like a kid sometimes
  
Bringing back memories of when I was a kid
Staying up late to get more stations
I could listen to baseball from Missouri
Or alien stories from K L Kooky
It made me feel "what a great nation"
An idea improved by innovation
  
I can move my dial anywhere I want
Go up or down for a different spot
Maybe tune in to a song or two
And then sports or news, or baby you choose
Or a Spanish station that rocks the nation
With the craziest sounds that cause vibrations
  
Could be variety or a southern country jamboree
AM or FM, to me it's all heaven
Just to be surfin' the stations I'm searchin'
Cruising for blues or a song that is new
Maybe I'll search for religion or something
Or talk to a sports nut who's a news ******
  
I can go classic or talk of the town
Listen to jazz or the new rap in town
All kinds of rock, RB, rhythm and blues
Maybe the standards, pop, just what is new
Anytime, anywhere, anyway too
That's what I like about radio, you
  
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer
surfer surfer
Radio surfer 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

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

Evening is a poem
tangible intangible
infinite moments