By: David W. Clare

Country Hicks are my kinda folk
Getting drunk, we likes to joke
Moonshine an' whiskey, outlawed still?
Jack and Jill, kissed up the hill...

Shotgun weddin', down by the lake
Women folk rustling, baba queing up some steak
Pork spare ribs and a catfish bake...

Huckleberry cousins can't read nor write!
Uncle Gus, gettin' drunk, he likes to fight all night!

Here come more kin, from way down south
Riding a horse, wild dogs a barking, foamin' at the mouth...

Shotgun Weddin' wavin' bye bye, all stood 'round, broke down and cry...


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Clean living is what wisdom is giving
The news today is a crying shame...
In a way, we are all to blame...

The meaning of life is the fine game of nil...
The will to live means take and then give back to those asleep at the wheel...

As the porch swing sings in the winds of time, the grass grows greener on the other side of the fence, as grows tall the neighbors wild rumouring grape vines...

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"That which is not attractive therefore must be repulsive."

David W. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The richer they are the harder they cry...

How happy is he who has no money
Sounds funny?

Once upon a time a rich old lady I knew in Beverly Hills

She saw dirt upon her fancy floors where none existed...

Bitterly, she yelled and insisted to her brow-beaten maids...

I had to defend as she pretends ...there must be dirt upon her floor...

Yea, indeed there was dirt upon the floor, the floors of her mind were contaminated with filth...

The Love Boat she invented soon sank to her drowning in not so wealthy Titanic oceanic dirt ridden mud and shark infested floors...

The anagram for...
Beverly Hills = Shrivel Belly

Hotel California = Oh, I fornicate all


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...where the down trodden trade in
their woes for more ***** and dope, for those with no hope...

Junkies, drunkies and the hapless disenfranchised **** of humanity enjoy commingling in the material ruins of rusted up tools

Unable to shed their grief to falsely find relief investing in the misery of others...

Stolen junk for sale!

A sickening menagerie garbage pit of doom

A sad room of mental midgets as they fidget like neurotic goons...

The hideous merchant recoils your offer in jest

Might one suggest avoid the crap trap of broken barbarism...

Saws, wrenches and shovels to merely dig ones pitiful self a deeper pit of derision

A better decision?

Goodwill stores are there to empower the solution whilst the lowly pawn shop sadly empowers the pollution...

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Her voice like a meadowlarks song

A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...

Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills

Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...

Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon

Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...

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By: D. Clare

As I hop aboard the east bound rails, scurring past graffiti

Sojourned to many islands but never once to Tahiti...

Derailed and bivouacked in Bangkok, a ***** house of mirrors

No, I don't drink beers...

Cloak and smoking dagger
Partied with fools to **** Jagger

Run over in the streets to yet again, cheating the odds

Never odd or even, it all depends on what you believe in!

Trains, boats and planes cannot find your way home

My thought now is... to be alone!


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(A ghost story)
By: David W. Clare

She came to me in an ancient time machine
In my dreams each night I see her watching over me...

How strange can this be?

Ghost girl of orient ancient glory has shown me her Rosetta Stone story
She's as mysterious as the dead sea scrolls...

I'm overwhelmed!

Her Facebook page seems so real
Now I know, she's from another realm...


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She married him, then soon she hated him
He promised her the Sun the Moon and the stars...

He now drinks alone in small town bars...

Relationships are phoniest liars
They realized soon what natural born killers they'd become

He's on the run!

She's come undone...

Is there life on the dark side of the honeymoon?

What goes up, soon comes down
The Moon comes up as the Sun leaves town...

Kids got in the way, they ran away!
Broken home, all now live alone...
...in the Twilight Zone

She married him, then soon she hated him
He promised her the Sun the Moon and the stars...

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a poem for children who are ill or crippled... dedicated to Geraldine K. Clare

Pretend you are happy, now you're halfway there

Smiling will make you healthy, knowing that your home is near and dear

God watches over when there's no one else around

He sees and always hears your prayer as your happy heartbeat sounds

Brings you up when you are down

We must all count our blessings
Throughout each and every year

No matter how hard things seem
Someone else wishes he or she were with you there...

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Kissing cousins, fishing in the pond
Young girls giggle, waving magic wands
Children laughing, puffy clouds, cool them from the sun
Blowing bubbles, chewing bubble gum

School teachers preaching, singing country songs
Eating yummy sandwiches, enjoy the whole day long
The school bus driver, watching everyone
Strumming folk guitar, as everyone sings along...

Welcome to the 8th grade picnic!

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The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had... Philippines Girl!

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
Feels right to love them 
(The *** ain't for free!)

She knows my desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed...(Philippines Girl)

She's love starved tonight 
For the money she'll cry
I'm flying through clouds to that blue Asian sky...

Up for the lust of a Philippines girl
And desire of the tropical whirl... whirl... whirl... wind...
(Philippines Girls!)

The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had...Philippines girls!

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
So wrong to love them
(Their charms aren't for free!)

She's hungry tonight 
For her love I will try
I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie...

She's all I desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed. 

She was love starved that night 
When I said good-bye
I'm now far away from that dark Asian sky

All for the lust of Philippines girls
Wanting so real
That tropical world!

D. Clare

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The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had by Philippines girls 

So easy to be with 
So hard just to leave 
Feels right to love them 
But the *** ain't for free

She knows my desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.

She's love starved tonight 
For money she'll cry
I'm flying in clouds to that blue Asian sky...

Up for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical whirl...

The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had by Philippines girls

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
So wrong to love them
Her charms aren't for free 

She's hungry tonight 
For her love I will cry
I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie...

She's all I desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed. 

She was love starved that night 
I was hungry for pie
I flew away from the clouds of that dark Asian sky...

Just for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical world...

D. Clare

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By: David W. Clare

Boys are toads, girls are frogs
They eat bugs so we don't have to
Girl frog sings us to comfort
No stress when she is heard in the night, no fright, no light...

Croaking away, she sleeps in the day
Lilly pad floats on the pond; ah so lovely the light rains...

In the marsh she awaits for us to escape the busy cities, towns and landscapes...

She sits upon her watery-log to offer her pleasant song of the happy frog...

D. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The song of the cricket 
will sing you to sleep 
Cry's out to comfort thy wooley eye sheep

Song for the lovely meadow lamb 
pure as prairie snow

Furry and fluffy all lined in a row

Pretty Goats of the field keeping vigilante, yes they know...

That the song of the cricket
assures us our rest in the moon lit night glow...

D. Clare

Poem by: D. Clare

She bid me greetings into her
charms I swam
Now, I look back from where it all began...

She walked by quickly, caught my eye while my hat blew away...

We became close strangers on that day

Deranged encounter as we floundered
The serendipity
Synchronicity splendor kissed as the whispers flew astray

An array of gestures hastened our embrace then melted our beings intertwined
We wined and dined in the sublime
The she went away...

By:  D. Clare   

I could use some better luck, need a four leaf clover 
But All I seem to get is another hangover 
If you can't beat ‘em; your gonna hafta join ‘em 
Coasting in a bar somewhere off the coast of Wyoming  

One more shot before the neon starts to blink 
I can't get drunk watching other people drink

Well no one ever died from second hand drinking

That old gal made me cry and she wouldn’t stop-a-lying; Hell, she’s on my mind again!

I swore I’d quit, never touch another Beer, Whisky or Gin

... that was the time I was last happy back then…

The moon come up and I woke up in a thirst 
Guess I Better not drink or my liver’s gonna burst!

God, it will only make it worse 
At least I don't smoke and I'm tired 
To do much thinking 
Hell No one ever died of second hand drinking

Once upon a time the world was clean
Unmarred from hate and suspicion
Now my attrition has been seen
I get arrested tested finger printed then falsely accused used abused in my drunken choose to snooze
My life is now derailed the only thing left is the paper trail ...

Clare d.

Posing so as to make us go ah

In a swimsuit design off comes the bra

The outrage of Betty page

Never showing her true age

Tempest and Bunny where backstage

No one could upstage the image of ...

Betty Page

Now in high heels and leather?

These gals upset the weather...

Clare d.

"It’s cheap to judge another by the costly costume they wear."

d. clare

By: David Wayne Clare

Sad commentary on society
**** of the earth
Killer of innocent children
His ugly mamma gave birth

Slime dog is a quack
Sells dope and smacks on
I ask you kindly
Where is Michael Jackson?

Take a walk through the forest look up at the trees and hills
Show me one tree that actually grows pills

Bring back the guillotine
Abolish civil rights for uncivil wrongs
The 8th amendment is a shield
To the drug-dealer… we must not yield!


(Anagram: MANIAC PRIDELESS FOOL = MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL)

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In Asia on the airplane embarkation card it reads... Death to drug dealers in Asia!
I lived in parts of Asia many of the drug dealers get caught and shot...see YouTube

I gave you all I had to give, still you wanted more, you stole the very heart right out of me
I lived and breathed and dressed for you, I even undressed for you
Now, I have but one request of you…


It’s so hard to admit to this mistake, true confessions of a royal-rake
At times you were so very odd, a Valentino, a Marquis De Sade
I got cut up in your one-way game now I’ve got no one but myself to blame
I’ll get back at you, someday you will pay, but for now I can only pray that you’ll…

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

Yours is the kind to take control, a thief of love without a soul
Return my heart and take these blues, there’s no use keeping what you can’t use
I’ve known lots of guys but you’re unique the way you hypnotize and your mystique
I fell for your scent an aphrodisiac, but you’re just a clever kleptomaniac

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

The best thing in my life that I could ever do would be to simply stay away from you but I can’t as long as you have that divine part of what was once mine so I’m asking you just put it back…


(The anagram of VIOLENT DATE = *******)

©In Perpetuity By: David Wayne Clare  - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - Clairvoyant Music / BMI

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LINK > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbYkiKKNZEI

Bangkok Spooky      POEM By: David Wayne Clare
(Edgar Allen Poe style Poem I wrote about NaNa Klong Toey – The heart of Bangkok’s Wild Nightlife Fun!)

Where every **** Thai ***** filled night on the Sukhumvit is like Halloween...

BANGKOK, a dimension of unspeakable filth! In forbidden circles of those who never admit they detest boredom. Will do any curry favor to partake in the whoremongering Babylonian proclivities and vile ****** festivities found only here in this seething sinister air in this insatiable cyclone of sin is thick with musky city 5000 year aged ancient old dust…

This, the Krong Thep City became Bangkok in 1769 today still as then can turn a wholesome foreign gentleman into a freak a wholesome man who dare visit here will fast become a vexed drooling fool in less time than it takes to cross the filth ridden ****** crosswalks of ancient soot and dust from the many Tuk Tuks exhaust the man will become lost and of no use as his very soul will wail in the Asian musk –

...once bitten twice smitten kid in a candy shop will drop his Thai baht money as there is no way out as to ever leave here… as he yearns to become wanton in fiery incision with incurable desires within this hideous overload of sensual persuasions of kitsch and splendor vile derision…

Better wear tightly a neck brace as the Thai traits of beyond gorgeous dolls trolls and trollups

Will beckon your embrace where even Ulysses could not be bound by sailors ropes as the sheer grasp with Herculean strength of a he man will snap the mast of the voyagers ship as you slip into the abyss of her to die for jup jup kiss…

He will wish away his all until his head takes in all of the bliss and soon he cries tears of blood.
Siam, is the age old ancient matriarch of ultra **** ladies very young to very old.

Caveat Emptus, to all ye fools who dare enter and dare to survive here as this is the fool’s gold street soi boutique in the twilight realm of illusions and lady boy Léger Jermaine…

Beware, there is no turning back in Bangkok! Its nightly floggings and unmentionable 10,000 delights has for eons mesmerized the lost fools Oh the tales of ancients street freaks grip tightly
Your very soul nightly!

D. Clare

The Weapons of Mass Seduction    By: David Wayne Clare
(a message about global discrimination)


Imagine a World today with only love Where no one fights, pushes or shoves

Humans racing to share embrace The only thing worn is a smiling face

Working together in nature's land Linguistically silent so as to understand

No passports are needed to travel afar Always feel welcomed no matter who you are

People all happy, through peace we co-exist No war-time armies here for us to enlist

We reap what we sow, no one bears greed When nature provides us all that we need

All join hands together to end all the crime Let's learn from mistakes past now of our mankind

Knowledge is the key to all future instruction As we empower the weapons of mass seduction...

World Peace Now! Love Conquers Hatred! End Discrimination!


(The Anagram of ADOLPH ****** = HOT RAPID HELL
While the Anagram of ALBERT EINSTEIN = TEN ELITE BRAINS)


© In Perpetuity By: David Clare - All Rights Reserved
For my great uncle...Truman Clare

We can't help what we look like, be kind to all brothers and sisters...

What could be more real then reality itself?...but to a person who is perhaps Third Eye Blind nothing is real... to those who despise poetry they must be culturally bankrupt and if so then take all the books off the shelves and close down the libraries for those who see poetry as something that isn't real ... that kind of myopic opinion makes me sick...

Opinion vary...

D. Clare

I'm upset from old girlfriend who obviously cares nothing for literature and poetry... How can anyone be so incredibly stupid?

Yes, I was in Thailand prison for many several months for visa overstay

Then deported, my plans were thwarted to teach school to help dek dek (Thai word for children)

What the hell heck?

Why the penalty? I'm not the enemy!

The weird thing I saw was the nicest guys were in prison camp too, what bad did they do?

All the inmates were good to each other; an odd array of global brothers

It was fun to play bamboo broom guitar like I was the jail house rock star

"Play some more rock-n-roll for us!" they would shout.

Felt young, no mirror to see my wild un-flattered looks
Wrote my best songs on empty pages in old tattered books

The Thai warden was nice to me, gave me coconut cookies for free
(He had no front teeth!)

I made each man jump and work out... Kids age 16 to amputee

All cheered for my creativity...

The day I was released, they all rushed to cry to say our farewells and goodbyes

I had more fun in Thailand prison then now that I am back in USA, funny huh?

Camaraderie is a true commodity!

God bless Thai children who told me they loved me, while USA kids throw rocks at me!

True story

D. Clare
I love Bangkok #1
Am Dop Nueng!

...here she comes and there she goes
when she gets up she puts on her clothes and goes home!

Some guys have all the luck
some guys do nothing but *******

Or maybe its best this a way to be alone
Who can say?

I once had her; she kicked a hole in my heart!
My heart was blind so now that hole has grown a third-eye to spy upon
the future misery of a younger man going through the same crap I used to...

here she comes and there she goes...
when she gets up she puts on her party clothes and goes home with his stolen credit cards, jewelry, Rolex watch and more she stole from the guy before...


dclare

Skating under the ice
Is there a skating rink in hell?

How to live my life when all has been lost at such a cost
Thieved by fools lost my jewels
No shoulder to cry on
No one cares
All I get is blank stares

My stomach Aches for food
In a world of filthy dopes
How I can cope ?

Dogs bums ******* pimps fools
******* ******* ******* jerks jickets
Scams greedy pigs the works

I just don't know

D Clare

"Sometimes life makes us feel like we're in between two floors of an alligator"

D. Clare

She asked what's wrong with me

I answered her

There are many ways to express what it is, but what it really is cannot be expressed.

D. Clare

LOVE, is a four letter word
Often heard right before
I HATE you...

HATE, is a four letter word same letters as HEAT, the kind that burns out LOVE...

***, is a three letter word, an altered state of wanton desire when flesh entwines it's captors, at first it's like a chemical bond...

Clandestine and strong animal magnetic fields two charged heavy metals attract in the act of lust until just before dawn, it's gone!

Where is she now?

Fools rush in only to learn the rug burned concubine wines and dines with your best friend...

*** is a weapon as she wraps you in pink, If you think with the wrong head then soon you might wind up wishing you were dead...

D. Clare

There is no such thing as not having a policy! Ask someone on the street what their policy is. Perhaps many will say they don't have a policy. That's ignorant!

"In life if you do not create and adopt and live by a policy that you like, life by default will give you a policy that you probably won't like."

D. Clare

Been round the world met many a fine young girl some made me young again
No it's no myth
You're only as old as the girl you're with

In Thailand I saw 90 year age man with girl age 19!
Looked frightening!
No money no honey
Asian women, I love them all in many a
Ports of Call


D. Clare

Life is all about choices
Voices coming out of the wall
No time to stall

Dilemma confuses and crashes the party
Thieves in the temple resemble a set example can't be in two places at once

Don't be a dunce I have a hunch
The boss is out to lunch with my ex wife
That's life!

I'd rather work for the devil I know than the devilish **** in the punch bowl...

The anagram knows all...

E.g.

The human race
=
Much hate near

2

Elephant threat
=
The planet earth

3

Women
=
Me Now

4
The solution hidden message of Confucius 551 bc China

Deny Hate Anything
=
The Yin and The Yang

DaVe, the anagram guru...

Let's watch the fights see who wins
***** politicians quack doctors spin
I will sue you in court of law
My sneaky lawyer will find a flaw

Get off my property or I call the hoggs
Then you get bitten by my cyber dog
You wanna arm wrestle or fight **** or dance?
I'll show you who wears the pants

My car is faster than your old stage
Drive you in the ditch in a bout of road rage

Rockem Sockem Robots will soon be the contagion of hate in the coming age...

D. Clare

If only I knew then what I know now
How now brown cow
Bully bully
Can't go back in time
Those who stole committed the crime

It's all about chuts and ladders
Gets me madder what does it matter?
Maybe life was all preplanned

Are we all just defective units and meat puppet style robots that once existed off in a far away land
I once knew a billionaire man who killed himself
I knew a happy drunken *** who never had ten dollars
Which one is richer?

D. Clare

Your mind is your Icon
Aristotle knew
Alexander the Great went down in history will you and me too?

This new age is impure
lies and deception everywhere
doctors are liars
lawyers are liars
the US gov agencies are pussilanimous liars

Even marriage is a lie!
How many actually are happy?

Marriage = a grim era
(Anagram)

Relationships = phoniest liars
(Anagram)

I want a divorce = weird vacation
(Anagram)

(I'd rather take a weird vacation then live miserably in a grim era!)

The only true thing is the anagram

Prescriptions
=
Icon Strippers

When is the next Michael Jackson show?

D. Clare

Opinions vary...

I love anagrams as they speak the satirical truth

(I know tons of anagrams)

E.g.

Here is a great example of how anagrams work for say making a person younger if overweight.

1
A pirate says Yo ** **, then drinks ***, so avoid ***** it makes us older and fatter, right? He becomes an old fatty pirate right? Angry grumpy nasty etc...

2
Magellan was a pirate in search of the fountain of youth, right?

3
Watch this magic anagram

Yo ** ** tune unfit fat

=

The fountain of youth


Same exact letters switched around

DaVe

When the chips are down the road always bends
Where are they now my fairweather friends?

Estranged and torn, forlorn in the wind

Hopeless and alone all I remember whom I've helped win

Now it's my turn but it seems they all ran out once again

Religion has lied my faith has grown dim
The country I was born gave in to the devil the playing field is not level

I can't afford to live, the prices too high
Where do I go to lay down and die?

D. Clare

This Poem composed on Mothers Day is hereby dedicated to All Mom's and their precious daughters throughout the entire World in every land, nation, city, village & country whom are so blessed in this Garden of Eden that we call the Planet Earth... My Humble Gift of Joy and respect to All Women Everywhere who Embrace thy Garden and Cherish thy Daughter...

There is a secret garden most men will never find, It belongs to a special flower-girl, a life-long friend of mine

She is so fragrant and colorful in the sun, for me new life has now just begun

The rare and sacred lovely flower is to give all mankind new hope and power when she blooms in the spring time air

With so much tender we must take great care; enjoy her pedals of aroma, the butterflies are jealous of my choice; Yea, they have no voice

Momma's girl is a prized beauty, for she is a divine flower of the wind, She is a song of love for all to behold, take but only a picture as she unfolds

For she is love itself in the garden of mystery and enchanting dream, We are her means to serve her well, oh how we love her smell of perfume and scent so lovely like sweet peppermint

She has been growing wild and is full of wondrous style, She exists only for a man who can make her happy and freely smile

Momma is there to give her water, the mother must always love her daughter, My hope is to forever see her and be good enough to be near her and... watch her grow, watch her grow

For in this secret garden that most men will never find... I shall take my time... love takes time

I will share with thy special flower-girl this eternal friend of mine or until the Sun doth no longer shine

God allows only the best to deserve this magic that does exist in her secret garden, She has shown me her mamma's lovely place, to others I must now beg my pardon

Moms special flower-girl, is beyond lovely so mom please allow me in to see your garden-flower each and every day, night and hour to watch her grow, watch her grow...

(c) 2009 d. clare

Written on Mothers Day Bangkok Thailand 2009 all rights reserved Contact Info: LetsCreateSuccess@gmail.com
Skype = xendavid

How much does the truth cost?

I asked her a question, for free the sun comes up she said

I asked a black man, he said ******* whitey I then cried

I ask a police man then got sent to jail

I asked my sisters they lied and stoled my money and blocked my emails I dunno why?

I asked the birds, they **** on me then flew away

I asked my mom she died yesterday

I asked my step dad drunk on ***, he told me I was no good called me a hood at age 9, he said I was a good for nothing ***!

I asked my ex wife oh what woes, she divorced me ran away her new husband wears my old clothes

I asked the priest by the church who kicked my broken leg

I asked my government for assistance but I was denied

I asked for a job I applied
The boss cheated my pay

I'm homeless today
All I ask is why?

D. Clare

The past 50 years in USA

In my teens it was the 60s
Now it's the teens and I'm in my 60s

Ask not what your country can do for you but rather let's salute the red white black and blue."

D. Clare

Opinions vary...

Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me
Gone, gone, gone…
Want me, want me, want me...

It's out of sight and out of mind, Now no more me, you're out of time
Just be glad for what we had, That's too bad, Love is so sad

Tomorrows no good as the day before, There's no way I'll ever give you more
Strike while the irons hot or you'll never know what you could have got
Stop calling me, face the fact now you've failed the test
I was the best, you can have the rest, Just got to get it off, get it off my chest

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me, cause if you do I won't want you!
Don't wait till I'm gone to try and find me, you'll only find that we are through!

Don't wait till I'm gone to want me
Don't wait till I'm gone
Wait till I'm Gone
Till I'm Gone
I'm Gone!


(The Anagram of MARRIAGE = A GRIM ERA)
&
(The Anagram of I WANT A DIVORCE = WEIRD VACATION)

© In Perpetuity All Rights Reserved By The Author: D. Clare

She was my lover all night
sensual perfection we held each other tight
We eloped into our anechoic room
Escaping the world I was her groom

I kissed her slender feet and hands
The only thing wrong she was married to another man

Honeymoon in Singapore
It was unplanned but meant to be
I wonder if she still remembers me?

Housewife and mother of two
Sinful synchronicity rendezvous
On vacation when we met
Our lust was hot and so very wet

We kissed and bared our souls
Hard and soft in loves loft we rolled...

Honeymoon in Singapore
His wife was my bride tonight
we both cried in the morning light
We were one in flesh she took off her wedding dress in wanton caress

The only thing wrong she was married to another man!

Honeymoon in Singapore
It was unplanned but meant to be
I wonder if she still remembers me?


True story of a *** lustful night with a pretty married ultra exotic Chinese-Filipina girl in Singapore
Oct. 2009

Singapore is the microcosm of urban perfection

It's so bizarre no matter where you go, near or afar
There's always a bad Apple in the candy jar

Some ******* clown dipstick loud mouth jackyl has to berate, wants to hassle and **** on the town parade

I love Frank Sinatra Junior
I paid 200 a dollar ticket then some asinine clown drunk jicket yells out to ruin the show

****, no matter where I go
There's that horse fly in the ointment

Like a sad appointment set in stone
Always one school yard bully
To wreck the fun

Chase the girls away
Try again another day...

D. Clare

This is the here and now
Dog eat dog push and shove
Get out of my way
Its my way or the highway!

Too bad if you no like it fella
Pow zoom to the moon Alice!
Jealous?

I will **** your **** up cries the illiterate fool
Steal from me? It's ok I forgive karma is the law for the thieving pig!

I'm third eye open rise above it all
I laugh at it all

Been run over by fast motorcylcles
Poisened to death busted up jailed
Beaten cheated by creeps

Disowned by family
Tossed in the streets
Deception in USA
More than one can say

Avoid propaganda
Miranda rights?
We all are in the same boat
The great escape awaits us all
Headed for a humpty dumpty fall

Wall street crash smash and grab that cash
Get shot get stabbed in a crowd alone
Welcome to the xenophobic new war zone

D. Clare

Right captain, in people we cannot trust?
What Is that smell?

Cut the crap this is planet hell.
Dogs sniff butts of girl dogs men sniff butts of girl dogs also...

He would do a ****** donkey if no one watched then cheat on his wife take off to Reno with the bosses wife.

Run with the money let's go to south America. Cheat steal lie **** up the system before some dope does

Leave nothing left for the children of tommorow. Let them suffer in land fills of sorrow.
Toss more trash around puking bums ****** young girls uptown

The Catholic priest hates the cannon law of 1982 when the Pope was ashamed of me and you...

The nuns play bingo in the hall
While alter boys ******* in the bathroom stall

Emancipation proclamation was the quest of Playboys centerfold
Hue Hefner is still the hero some hate to say... Now most have grown old and gone astray...

Now internet ***** has taken hold?
These times will pass unto a stranger day...

The golden rule has rusted away...

D. Clare

Racial Bias

Buy us this, Buys us that...

I slaved to serve the US government
In defense logistics licensed by johns Hopkins university
Then Bush gave my contracts away to the African man 8a minority owned
Now I'm on the streets alone
With nothing left 15 years ago I was rich now I'm divorced and disenfranchised
****** analyzed racially polarized
People steal what little I had left
Rob my credit to death

I own no car only broken slippers
They think I'm a welfare ***
I paid in all my life my working years to support technology deciphered white papers created data storage systems
This I never planned on
Once had it all until the great fall of unforseen abandon

Ask not what your country can do for you lets all salute the red white black and blue...

D. Clare

Blame it on me
It's all my fault
Point that finger my way
Your way or the highway

My cousin went to prision
It was my fault even though I hadn't seen him since age 10
I was years and miles afar
When he ruined the family lounge and bar

Why blame me?
I'm out of here
Go blame it on the man in the mirror...

D. Clare