I want to thank
Mel, Charlie, Michael and Nick
For their Eternal Bad Boy Persona
And by continuing to **** Hollywood’s ****


Now it is true our Hollywood Heroes are ageing rapidly
Before our eyes
Makes a true fan cry


But this quartet’s private and public behavior
Fueled by solipsist ***, ***** and drugs
Have propelled them to the top of the Hollywood game
We are so grateful their vices and need for constant reward and pleasure
Haven’t driven them completely insane


They have all slowed down a bit
But through their hard work
They have all achieved the honor of being crowned
The Top Hollywood Celebrity Twit


I want to be clear
I write this with the utmost respect
I am just another
Frustrated and Jealous poetic insect
Observing from afar
From inside my jar


All the Hell-Raising Activity
Rants and Chants
Have far eclipsed their
Great Cinematic Art


The Devil is proud of his Disciple’s
One day he prays to collect their souls
When they finally fall
And we see their name on the
Entertainment Tonight  Obit Crawl

If it wasn’t for these brave men achieving their PHD in Abuse
Physical, Emotional, Psychological, Romantic, Financial and Verbal
Their Lives and Art would be quite obtuse


These unbalanced Alpha Males
Have delighted us for years
We all Love to read and see their Lives, Mind and Souls torn apart
Please Guys more tears


So the next time you see a Celebrity
Being exposed as a Fool
Think about what these creative angels
Are willing to go through
To entertain us all



The Adoring Fans
All Floating in
Hollywood’s Cesspool

What happens to a Poet
Who has nothing left to say
I sit and watch
The World Slowly Decay


Overpopulation
Global Warming
Robots replacing Man
Was this God’s Plan


I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday
I am sad but don’t know what to say
I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn
To sleep with the worms


I did the best I could by avoiding life
To afraid to find a wife
Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin
Just another lost **** Sapien


I try to write poems that make sense to me
But deep down I know
My words are only read by my
Apartment Fleas


I wanted to write something important
I wanted to move my fellow man
I wanted to answer the Big Questions
But now I finally realize

I don’t know anything more
Than the day I was born
Just another Male Bore
Searching for The Answer Store


So I thank God everyday
He keeps the Coroner at bay
Just another ageing Poet
With not much to say

Music
Lyrics
Sound no bound

I have to write a Tribute to my
Favorite Electronic Group
Her voice from an Angelic Dimension
His Electronic Sampling from a Seraphic Extension
Dark Moonlight Musical Distension

Aural Audio
Moaning Groaning
Sighing
My soul flying

Rainbow Sparkle to my ears
This Duo has mastered their Entertainment Fears
Their Lyrics put one in a
Psychedelic Trance

I hear Vivid Colors and Bizarre Patterns
True Audience Romance
Her voice embalming my mind
Unholy woman kind

How can I pay tribute to the
King and Queen of 3D Pop

Death seems to be a driving theme
The loss of a Loved One can drive you insane
Why does God inflict unbearable emotional pain
With only Nightmarish Wisdom our Gain

Please keep entertaining the Dead
We all really just live in our head
Then one day when we will be born into our new life
We all will attend
The Eternal Concert
When we are lying
Beneath the dirt

After all the years
After all the beers
After all the tears
I finally am famous
Two of my poems
Have been chosen to be published
The Poetry Selection Committee determined
My writing was not *******
They were checked for grammatical goof
Then I cheerfully approved
“The Artist's Proof”
Maybe I should publish a book
Poems about Death, Depression
The Afterlife
How the Priest told me to find a wife
I should write how poetry helped me
Battle Mental Strife
Now all I have to do is mail the check
I wonder if I will become as famous as Shrek
Yes...I am famous...In my own mind
My Internet Publisher has been more than kind
Their poetic approval has fed my ego
My Poems, My Friends, My Amigos

I am jealous of my fellow poets
They get comments, favorites and votes
Yes it's true...I am no Truman Capote

I have written about loss, love and depression
Writing has lead to my mental decompression
I have poured out my soul in rhyme
Tried to avoid poetic crime

But no matter how hard I try
Writing poems that would make the Devil Cry
The response I get would make a Happy Clown Sigh

I work hard at rhyming words
Trying hard not to create poetic turds
The votes I get wouldn't even feed a bird

Maybe I should change my name to Josephine
Upload a photo of a Hot **** Beauty Queen
The boys and girls would read my poems and cream
Maybe I should cut off an ear
Come out as Queer

My hope is someday my readers will see me as a poetic seer
When I am finally lying on my Funeral Bier

One night I had an uneasy dream
I was at  Mother's Wake
A woman entered the viewing room
I wanted to scream

It was my Deceased Mother
Followed by her Dead Sister Stella
A third woman without a face
Carried a black violin and an umbrella

The trio approached the coffin
Mother was lying in
The Blond woman with no face
Started to play a weeping violin

My brother suddenly grabbed me
And threw me against the wall
I fell to the floor then slowly got up
I realized I was now wearing a Black Pall

Mom looked at her corpse
Then approached me and said
I am not dead
Then she slapped my face and embraced my head

I awoke rolled out of bed turned on the light
Looked in the mirror with terrible fright
Saw a red mark on my face what a horrible sight
Did Mom return from the Grave to visit me this night

The mark was proof of Mom's Death Embrace
I hope writing this poem
Will keep me from ever going
Back to this dark place

I look at the painting on the wall
The winter blue scene early morning light
The altar-shaped forest evergreens casting shadows
There on the frozen white snow horrible sight


Stands Lilith all alone
The Mother of the Devil
This is her Garden at Dante's lowest level
The ground covered with skull and bones


Adam's first wife
She would not submit
Fled heaven for the Evil Life
She disobeyed God she did admit


Long flowing crimson hair
Strong naked body beyond compare
Ruby red lips
Swaying  hips


Female Devil Demon
Seducing innocent men stealing their *****
Birthing Devil Spawn
Since the beginning of Man's dawn


So pray at the Hour of your death
Your soul is pure
Because if it is not
Lilith will own it for sure