Farmer Song

Can you make a chicken duck
I can make a chicken duck
Give me the recipe for that chicken duck
Throw a rock at the chicken's head

Chickens can't duck you stupid head
Now I have a chicken with a bump on it's head
How is any chicken going to ever lay an egg
If the chicken was a chicken with a bump on it's head

Throw it slower this time
Said the man with the red...
Man who owns the chicken
With the bump on it's head

The man threw another rock slower instead
The chicken he ducked and was finally spared
The man shocked the chef when vociferously stating
I THINK I'LL HAVE THE DUCK WITH A SIDE A PATAYDUHS

Can you make a pking duck
I can make a pking duck
Give me the recipe for that pking duck
Deep fry duck with eyes closed shut

That can't be a pking duck
A duck can't peek with his eyes closed shut
But if he is sleepy at cockshut
That would be a p*king duck

In the days of Camelot
A king was missing an awful lot
Not a clue had the king until one day
He saw a thief with the loot running far far away

Find me the thief said the king to his men
The knights suited up and found said man
Here is the thief the knight said to the king
Off with his ****** head

Can you make a chicken duck
I can make a chicken duck
Give me the recipe for that chicken duck
Throw a rock at the chicken's head

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

The mind
goes blank at
the aisle of your beauty

So exquisite
to find the right words

And if I could
declare a verdict

There

just wouldn't be

enough room

amor

Mine sensory,
Is not as all the others......

I canst feeleth
Seeith
Heareth
Toucheth
Understandeth
Smelleth,
All the thing's that art invisible to the materialistic mammals!

As tis
If they didst haveth all mine senses
They wouldst runneth from fear.......

Poetry is Song ...
just without the musical sounds
of Beat .

Risk taking is not for the faint of heart
The fear of the unknown is strong
Not knowing what is in store is scary.

Stress and unhappiness buds sprouts of flight, into risks.
After years of pure hard labor and ungrateful  hands
risk taking looked like a good option

You can't think about it or you won't take the leap

Leap of strong, un-fore-bearing faith
knowing that you have to succeed -

because, God is good -
all the time -
and all the time -
God is good

My Black is:
Quiet, Strong, Independent,
Loving. Too nice.

My Black is
Beautiful...