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

...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

By: David W. Clare

The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee...
That old tuff broad must be nuts!

Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies...

Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked...

My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old...

I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights.

What a hidden agenda...

My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town...

Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket.

She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about...

The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma...

That's life in the big city!
It's a pity that old hidden agenda...


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I used to be rich

I was an ******* so full of my self
Treated people cruelty now I'm flat broke
The Lord has humbled me to the ground
I'm poor and alone
Cry about all I've lost
Falling through the abyss
I once had it all
Then suddenly I became humpty dumpyy took a great fall over the wall of derision
Now I suffer like a stupid ***
No where left to run
I'm not young anymore
Hit rock bottom once more
I ain't got no friends
No family no one
Go girl friend
No nothing but shame
No one left to blame

intro . . .
Have you ever noticed how many wild-guys out there through-out the world-over who have a wild-streak that are named Jim or James or Jimmy?
I mean take a look at the personalities of the many famous and not so famous men who are just a bit left-of-center and rebellious in nature.
For instance Jimmi Hoffa or take wild guitar man Jimmy Page or the great actor James Cagney or James Mason. Now consider Jimmi Stewart or James Garner.
What about everyones favorite spy James Bond. The wild genius of Jim Carrey. The old time character vaudvillian master Jimmy Durante. What about the historical
Jimmy-The-Greek. The rebellious outlaw Jesse James. What about the many musical legends like James Taylor or Jimmy Buffet. Who isn't amazed by the one and only
James Brown? What about Jim Morrison of The Doors or one-of-a-kind Jimi Hendrix. Then there's the wonder of James Dean himself - the ultimate hellion.
Well I wrote a song for them all... it's an original number called...  

Jimmy Rebel

by:  David Wayne Clare   aka David John clare

Hard Rockin' Country  (Rebellion Theme)

You've been upset for so long, at your dad, and at your sister
We heard your mom, she run and gone, well you're not sure to where but you know you'll miss her

Fed up with all the lies, never found true family ties
Not much, to leave behind, got some friends, but theyre not your kind


Well... Jimmy Rebel, meaner than the devil
His world is so hard to understand
Whoa... Jimmy Rebel, you got a score you got to settle
Youve taken all you can, stupid kid . . . brilliant man

You dont get pushed around, though people put you down,
Yeah, some would even throw rocks at you
You were born to speak out loud, without making any sound
Known by some ***** looks, a collection of scars, lifes true tattoos
You've lived the black and blues

Whoa... Jimmy Rebel, badder than the devil
This world's so hard to understand
Jimmy Rebel, you got a score you got to settle
Come on you know the plan, ugly boy... **** man

Feels like everybody hates you, yet you never run and hide
You're from a broken mobile home; yet your heart is double -wide
No matter how strange youre made to feel, you wont get pushed aside
Standing tall in a cruel crowd, not many a man could out survive
Out survive...

Jimi Rebel, stronger than the devil
some say...
Hes got the master plan
Jimmi Rebel
Gotta score you gotta settle
Now he knows they cant understand just what it is...
Yet I can...  yet I can... yes I can understand

Jimi Rebel

Stranger in a strange land
Viscous one deserves a medal
He knows they cant understand, just what it is...

Yet I can, Yes I  can, yes I can
YES... I  Can . . . .

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by   d. clare

Up2u you kid, all you do and what you did
You live for now, anyway, anyhow you want to
You got to give your plan, to the main man
Any slight-of-hand will haunt you
The Little Time You Own...Be cool you fool, play it smart, know the rules
Surely someday maybe soon, you too will depart
You can take physically from somebody, anybody, every body else
Only stealing deep inside, from your own **** self

The Little Time You Own...There's a ***** on the cellular yelling your name
It's easy to say "Ah, to hell with her"
Don't want to be dealing out hate; start using your brain
You're straying away from the great halls of fame
The Little Time You Own...
Get the job done today, there's no place to run away to
Fight for your dream, you got to go it alone
You only have a little time left, a little time on your own

The Little Time You Own...                            It's easy to be kickin it, stop with that fool
Enough is too much, rise above to the new school
Let your energy flow; learn what you need to know then go
The little time you own...
Everyday is one day less to move your plan
Write it down, you got two hands
Jump I say, give it all you can, got to be your own manThe little time you own...Ain't no way out if you give in to the crime
No doubt you'll be left behind
Fools break the rules, make up your mind
Unless you don't mind dyin'
The little time you own...
Your days are numbered; your nights are few
Get smart and you'll start to forget being
a rebel, a rebel without a clue
The little time you own...
Don't let yourself wander much longer in the breeze
When you have seen the visions that no one else sees
Make yourself strong for all the great possibilities
The little time you own...
Act fast, don't dwell in the past
Choose first place or come in last
You'll move on to the front of the line
If you're kind to others, all your sisters and your brothers, cause it's...
The little time you own...
  
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"That which is not attractive therefore must be repulsive."

David W. Clare

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

D. Clare

Think of this concept as the orthodox saying to the vernacular...beauty is in the eye of the beer holder!

"Your mind is your best asset, learn to use it before this world will surely dare to confuse it."

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

By: David W. Clare

...she slipped right trough my grip as I kissed her lips!

**** pow up in smoke
Now, I dream of her and them all...

The call of the wild
She was just a child back then!

I was naive...
She wanted to conceive and breed!

I'm the one who is now deeply in need...

Pour on the red wine let me dine alone in my lonely broken heart break hotel...

I can still smell her perfume from
long ago...

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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.

By: David W. Clare

...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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By: David W. Clare

She appears nightly in the window, under a fading out blue gel spot light sporting cheap lingerie...

Her red slapped **** fit a bit too tight!
I was strung out on Cutty Sark, the whole darkish day!

Thunder clapped overhead; the rain threatened the would be turn-out of bums!

Prima Donna, was her ****** stage name: she hid the newborn kid under the bar...

He resembled Jimmie Durante,
The baby smoked a cigar!

Live *** *** Show: read the blinking orange neon sign...

She pretended she was a road house star!

Her stretch marks indicated she had been tossed around...

Town to town, bar to bar!

Now she travels in a carnival trailer...

She drinks herself to sleep when no one is around: can't be seen crocthless!

Wide spots in the road are the small time attractions...

Her fat *** boss sells China made fake Rolex time pieces...

Character is all you have when no one else watches...


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By: David John Clare

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

We live and pray striving each day
Going it alone along our way...

Frustrations make us strong, learning how to get along with the ones we've earned their love...

Push and shove unaware knowing we must share sacrifices are the spices we must dare to taste allow no waste of time...

Rise above learn to love thyself but not at the expense of the innocent ones...

Be kind, use your head; not your mouth
Be silent is strength in oneself...

Tough guys fail and striveth like the battle of David and Goliath!

Don't thrive on love from the past, cause hopefully you have both forgotten about each other...

Move on into the new dawn
Onward and beyond...

The choice is yours,
be not concerned what others might think...

Be entrenched in your goals
Silence is the key never share your secrets for that will result in delusion and folly...

Most of all embrace wisdom not vanity this cannot be taught vicariously only inherited through failure and determination to succeed...

For the price of wisdom is priceless indeed!


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All poetry is a message in a bottle tossed into the sea of oblivion.

(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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by: David Wayne Clare

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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She loves him but he wants her **** sister...

Young kissing cousin wants to get porked by the older mister...

He loves his best friends wife
Soon he is divorced cause they liked to flirt, now his **** got knocked in the dirt...

He loves her but she loves him, here it goes: so fast around again...

Ah yes, its that old tradition of suspicion... Welcome to that tried, tested and untrue... The Scary-Go-Round!

He ran away, divorced his ugly old naging wife to marry the bosses secretary...

Soon she left him for a younger man who now spends the old ******* hard earned money on things he never had...

So very sad this vile intrepid ride of Trojan horses running wild through the drama of people's marriages and divorces...

The lawyers and the courts are filled with cases like litigious costly resorts... when the party is over!

Beware, the dizzy spin of the Scary-Go-Round, will run you over...

He loves her but she loves him, here it goes: so fast around again...


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By: David W. Clare

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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By: David W. Clare


What's so tender about a bar tender after marriage fails?

Get drunk and fall off the stool!

Hung over again?

Can't drink her off my mind that way...  We rolled in the hay that day!

Buyer beware, for fools rush in!

That was the girl who once said she loved me...

How very quickly now I run away!

No ones gets married in the night!    Who wants a night marriage?

Marriage?   Me?   No way!
... it's a night mare!

A grim era indeed, sadly the tradition continues to consume the Church going newlyweds who seek the American Dream..

I'd much rather enjoy being alone taking a... weird vacation!

Destination unknown...


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(...for all illegitimate children)

By: David W. Clare

Allow no one to rain on your camp fire dream
Say nothing, just keep up your self esteem...

Knowing in your heart you're unique from everyone
Read the Holy Bible, it offers you
Vision... for you will be number one...

Never fight any fool, you may win the battle, but you will lose the war

Instead of anger choose to laugh at life, then you'll grow stronger and that's for sure...

Remember, love conquers hate...

Never lose hope cause you have a date with success for that is your fate... you were born to be nothing but great!

Welcome to the Valley of Love!

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By: David W. Clare

The river was dredged in the night
Frogmen swam to and fro...

They found the knife she tossed in
It rained hard the next day...
she knew she'd sinned...

She ran away to mothers!

I tried to bury the axe and leave town
My train got derailed once again
The local church wouldn't let me in...

Another **** vendetta

Her stiletto heals are still under my cheap motel room bed, the sheets are still blood stained red...

Women can't shut up: they must have the last word ending it all with a period...

The vendetta...


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By: David W. Clare

When it comes to shopping here's your key!
Don't bother walking Targets
aisle number three...

There is no competition anywhere!
Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear...

Walmart is around every corner just for you!

24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see...
Prices so low; it's all almost free!

Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night...

Walmart offers parking under a big spot light!
Friendly attendants will treat you right...

The best security anywhere around!
Why bother shopping at any other place in town?

Crock Pots over on aisle 17!
...the best way to save money I've ever seen!

Walmart, Walmart!
Now you're shopping smart!

Your right at Home at Walmart !


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(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!


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For my great uncle...Truman Clare

By: David W. Clare

When there's no one else around,
at least you know you have a place to sit...
After they've kicked you in the face and left town...
You are lucky to have that old wooden chair!

He's always there!

Women come, women go, the show must go on... no matter rich, poor, weak or strong, we all need us that; old wooden chair!

I often wonder who made my wooden chair, that faithfully awaits for me to lend a hand, like a true blue friend who understands...

In a world filled with lies, greed and contempt; a decent chair is your best friend!

Even Elvis once said, "If you can't find a partner, use a wooden chair."


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Skid row calls my name, the shame of it all...

The call of the wild beat me to a pulp
Had to quit drinking in order to rethink my strategy...

Tragedy struck, broke down my pick up truck!
Got stolen again, what the dig dog duck?

When will I win?

Lost in space, all my memories been erased...

I'm in the wrong side of town...

The wrong side of the law...
Upside down, headed for a fall!

That's all...

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The key to failure is when I try to help others; turn around my things disappear

The only nice honest girl I was ever with was in the south Philippines

I was the one who ran away
Why? Because I'm stupid!

To trust others is naive
Never give a sucker an even break was hip advice
I couldn't ever trust my ex wife

She left me for dead when I was down for the count
Tossed in the lost and found

The simpleton believes what he is told; is a quote in the Holy Bible

They forgot my picture

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

Customers asks to sales clerk, does this thing have a guarantee?
Yes this thing has a guarantee,
it's the thing guarantee.

Thing means: There Honestly Is No Guarantee!

D. Clare

Nothing can open a narrow mind if it's third eye blind
Knowledge is key that the fool despises
Disguises his face with hair
Beware of strangers
She can make up her face but can't make up her mind
Unkind to others
Are the third eye blind...

D. Clare

I'm not your enemy

Anagrams of truth
It's no spoof
Much hate near
The human race
No one listens
No one is silent
Marriage is a grim era
Weird vacation I want a divorce
Ethnics, a fearsome attitude
The United states of America
Vs.
You and me
Politricks straight off the baloney farm
Snake charming zealots on tv
Poverty and illiteracy
Donate some donuts to the poor
Transcending Increments of Mans Existence

T.I.M.E.

D. Clare



TIME is the enemy of us all...

Titanic Love - Th e   D i v o r c e d   S w i n g   S o n g

W e   s t a r t e d   o u t   s o   y o u n g   a n d   s o   v e r y   s t r o n g  

A   l o v e   t h a t   w o u l d   l a s t   f o r   o u r   w h o l e   l i f e   l o n g    

Y o u   b l e w   a   k i s s   t o   m e   f r o m   a c r o s s   t h e   o c e a n   b r e e z e  

I   p r o p o s e d   t o   y o u   o n   b o t h   m y   b e n d e d   k n e e s ,   h e y !

W h e r e   d i d   t h e   l o v e   g o   t h a t   w a s   o n c e   s o   v e r y   n e w ?  

S e e m s   l i k e   w e   j u s t   m e t   a n d   y o u   s a i d   w e   a r e   t h r o u g h ,   w h o a . . .    

N o w ,   I   w a i t   u p o n   t h i s   l o n e l y   d i s t a n t   s h o r e  

S e a r c h i n g   f o r   t h e   l o v e ,   y o u   n o w   j u s t   i g n o r e ,   n o . . .  

T i t a n i c   L o v e ,   I   t h o u g h t   w a s   s o   u n s i n k a b l e  

I c e   c o l d   h i t   a n d   r u n   s t i l l   d r o w n i n g   i n   m y   t e a r s    

T i t a n i c   L o v e ,   w h a t ' s   b e c o m e   n o w   i s   s o   u n t h i n k a b l e  

C h i l i   m e m o r y   c o u n t i n g   b a c k   a l l   t h e   y e a r s  

M y   h e a r t   g o e s   o u t   n o t   f r o z e n ,   j u s t   l o s t   i n   t i m e  

C a r r y i n g   t h e   t o r c h   t h a t   y o u   o n c e   l e f t   b e h i n d    

A l l   n i g h t   l o n g ,   I   j u s t   d r e a m   a n d   p r e t e n d  

T o   m e   y o u   w e r e   a   c o m p l e t e   t r u e   G o d - s e n d  

W e   l e t   i t   s i n k   n o w ;   i t   s e e m s   s o   u n t r u e  

H o w   c o u l d   t h i s   l o v e   n o w   j u s t   b e c o m e   t a b o o ?   y e a h !    

M y   f o n d   d e s i r e   f o r   y o u   h a s   b e c o m e   a   s k e w e d  

N o w ,   I ' m   n o w   d r i f t i n g   o u t   a t   s e a   j u s t   t o   b e   r e s c u e d    

T i t a n i c   L o v e ,   w e   t h o u g h t   w a s   s o   u n s i n k a b l e  

I c e   c o l d   h i t   a n d   r u n   s t i l l   d r o w n i n g   i n   t h e s e   t e a r s    

T i t a n i c   l o v e ,   w h a t ' s   b e c o m e   n o w ,   i s   s o   u n t h i n k a b l e  

C h i l i   m e m o r y   c o u n t i n g   b a c k   a l l   t h e   l o v e l y ,   l o v e l y ,   y e s t e r - y e a r s

o h ,   w h o a ,   o h   o h   . . . T i t a n i c ,   O h ,   w h o a ,   o h ,   o h

t h a t   o l d ,   t h a t   o l d   T i t a n i c . . . w e   j u s t   l e t   i t   s l i p   a w a y...

I ' m   s a i l i n g   o u t   t o   s e a . . .   T i   -   t i   -   t i t e   T i t a n i c &   l o o k   o u t !    

i t s   c o l d   o u t   h e r e   i n   t h i s   d e e p   b l u e   S e a . . .  

t i   t i   t i   T a n i c . . .   t i   t i   t i   y a   e a y   y e e - a n i c . . .  

w o n ' t   y o u   c o m e   b a c k   f o r   m e ?   H e y !    

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Asian toilet scrubber girl

I love her
She all brown tan and smelly
I will be happy to kiss on her belly
Nasty thing with hunger in her tummy
I will feed her all I have
She don't know where ugly Beverly hill is
Her ****** is my friend
Soft wet and wild
Child of Asia farm
What a charming doll
Scrubs toilet bowl for a bowl of rice
How nice

Shadows dance on subway walls
Through crowded bars and pachinko halls
I came equipped for fun and play
You dont have to tip but boy you pay

The night runs deep when you miss the train
After this trip you're never the same
I fell into forbidden zones
Ancient temples turned into internet shops dial for *** to her cellular telephone

Step to the beat invent your own way
If you can't dance you've got two left feet
What's the difference let your hair down its time to play and dance the...

Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Don't dance the...
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no

Down the street there's a ceremony on
It's a cinch when the pink lights on till dawn
Get to grips with a ancient kind of street dance
Kissing cherry lips or grape or mango
Do every dance but NOT the Tokyo Tango

Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no

Zakuza dance

Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no
Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no


D. Clare

written in Tokyo

By: David W. Clare

Broken down drunken ****
smokes a menthol cigarette down to the ****...

Sits around all **** day
******* down a cheap bottle of gin... Determined not to work, her lower back hurts from flappin' her hammer toe feet in the air...

Lee's press on fingernails bitten off stuck in the orange **** carpet and the bar stool chair...

Complains on the phone that life, just ain't fair...

Avon encrusted Divorcé with her nasty ******* tattooed son back in the county pokey...

Won't get off her frumpy ****,
At night she's the skanky wig hat loud perfumed truck stop pump!

Wisconsin trailer trash, lives on food stamps and the county welfare trough...

Spitting up Cheetos, hacking out loud from smokers cough...

Wayne Newton records, playing' after all these years...

Passed out again, drunk from too many stolen trailer park beers...


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Bank,
took away my tract-home-house, got divorced from my last cheatin’ spouse

Laid-of from my company job, all I get to eat is corn-on-the-cob

Get evicted cant pay no rent
Rains too **** much to pitch me a tent

Kinfolk don’t  like the mess I’m in, so I became a bohemian . . .

Trailer Home Romeo, I’m a trailer **-home romeo

Kinfolk don’t  like the shape Im in, so I drink with trailer park beer drinkin men !

Pay Taxes that I owe?  Hell No !  I’m a bohemian on the go a trailer **-home romeo!

Bought me an old F-150 Ford, at least I ain’t got no **** landlord

I cash in cans I find on the ground, easy work get paid by the pound
Can’t buy me no tonic and Gin like the rich Good-Sam suburbians

I fix my own truck rent-a-wreck, told I don’t qualify for no welfare check
Afriad to go outside in the day for a jog, got bit last week by the neighbors dog

Can’t track me down, I’m always on the go, move down south if it starts to snow!
Move when I want don’t have to hesitate, hitch-up my truck and relocate

My left tire just fell-apart so I propped it up with a K-mart shopping cart

Got me a bottle of Jim Beam to pamper, might get drunk but I’m a happy Camper !

Kinfolk don’t  like the mess I’m in, so I became a bohemian . . .
Trailer Home Romeo, I’m a trailer **-home romeo

Kinfolk don’t  like the shape I’m in, so I drink with trailer park beer drinkin men !

Pay Taxes that I owe? 

... Hell No !  

I’m a bohemian on the go a trailer **-home romeo!


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Clairvoyant Music / BMI

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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--

By: David W. Clare

Once a happy baby in her mama's tender arms
She grew up fast and left the family farm...

Traded some Rough Rider dude for a roll in the hay...

Tattooed black and blue on the Harley road to hell
Tuff road to ***; now she’s rollin’ down the open hard highway...
So sad, she's going, now she’s gone astray!

Tuff Rubber Doll

Loves a dirt bag doped out punk
Smokes a lot she thinks she's hip!
Now pregnant from a chump *** toad!
Hell dump her off at the truck stop up the road...


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

D. Clare

Ugly women need love too
To be wanted tell her she is ok
Send her flowers brighten her day
Hold her hand along the way

She works hard in the factory mill
Teach her how to smile with a simple kind word

She has dreams the same as you
Needs to be reassured
Take her out spend some time make her your friend

Ugly women are your best bet
They won't cheat or lie or put you in debt

Smart men know and sleep best at home while the ******* fool winds up alone

Ugly women need love too
To be wanted tell her she is ok
Send her flowers brighten her day
Hold her hand along the way

Now you start to see how beautiful she really is...
there is no such thing as ugly women!

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

I love Francois Marie Aoret Voltaire's
wit and stunning impertinence...

"Whatever is too stupid to be said gets sung!"

Voltaire 1694-1778

(I hadn't noticed...)

Vultures are honest
They exist in the desert
Fly around to pick our bones
Wall street lawyers wear suits and ties
Waiting to sue us dry...
They can't fly
They only scam the innocent piggs
Ghettos growing with drugs
Thugs eat off the community trough
Cough in your face while picking our pockets the courtroom dockets billed
With derision and remiss
Snakes hiss at blood to bite your leg
Hide in the grass of the shade
Whilst the honest vulture remains...

D. Clare

"W EAPONS OF MASS SEDUCTION" (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!


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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...

Big mouth bragging all day
Ten million dollars to feed his fat ugly cow **** face upright Hogg wife

Ten trash cans of splat spoiled rotten punk brats eat up all that crap

Septic tank explodes **** gas destroys the ozone layer caked with clouds determined to rain down manure

Farting old braggard buys him a sports car then crashes in the river while boasting about himself humpty dumpty had a great fall

The affluent wall is the shortest of all...



Dedicated to parsimonious eaters of broken meats...

Dogs have no money they no want no pockets only police dogs who suffer from beatings and torture sniffing out dope dealers who eventually burn in hell...

She became a rock star in Austin
(Go go!)
She was once my best friend
She toured the world in fame she became lost in

The #1 girl band in the land
She became rich and ******
Being on covers on magazines
Was her hobby

I once nurtured Her talent
I protected her so valiant
She rose above all the ladies
Back in the 1980's

I tried to pay her a visit
To see if she might want to record for release
Instead she warned me she would call the police

It all went to her red head
We used to sleep in her bed
What goes up must come down
I look but I don't see her around...

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