my dominos are all lined up
and waiting for the drop

It so strong I cant fight it sometimes
I love the taste its so sweet!
One that must be satisfied...
he thinks I just always wanna be right
I say it just feels so nice
I like to just sit back and free my mind
and do the first thing I think of
Everything always just fine.

Salute to the faithful federal workers that contribute to  staying vibrant in the political storm that affecting them.

Those old senior fat cats with years of clout blocking your pay.
But expecting you to protect the president.
Salute, to the secret service official staying firm to their duties.

Many of us would be hitting back with no pay, no work.
And we see this in other sectors.

Southern boy Mitch not concern.
Southern boy Lindsey not concern.
Then notice that the south block still yearn for days of old.

Heck, those days are mostly gone.
Still those old fogeys still holding on.

It’s led me down some dark alley ways
But it hasn’t taken my spirit
I long for those carefree, slothful, old days
My head I could easily clear it

It’s become my all-time favorite nemesis
And not for lack of ambition
I’m languish toward the thieving genesis
I wish it’d go into remission

Vile skills I shamelessly, impetuously sharpened
Being, the first time was the hardest
But through each caper I never felt disheartened
As yet, it hasn’t taken my stardust