All the world
Like pop corn
Kernels
Bounced
Unable to
Escape the buttery
Lake of obesity.

The old Murray island White House
Still coughs in her salt water grave.
Her ships are gone.
Her old wooden barnacles
Have no place in this day and age.
My mind grows tranquil and
Like a shore bird
I sill want the same old herring
Who danced like sailors all day.  
On top of the smooth green waters
They fell in love with this place.  
They stayed like salmon
Returning to their graves.  
So few are left now
Only the stubborn ones
Who never grow up
To leave their bay.

Queen-  my years in the scattered pebbles.  Each weigh of my feet and hands get closer to the sand.  
So I will drown where was he laid.  
I see no more alive
I won't survive my life.  
So let me drift with this sea.

I have to see you two naked...

****!

It's all the same

If I was blind.  You would
Just say God Dam you!  

Then throw me in the dumpster.  

Well some one worst then you two
Found my Asian logo
And now I can safely say
They want to pray your boy friends
Gay away.  

Ya,
But even I can't see god
You guessed it
I'm in church  twenty four seven
Three sixty five
Wishing the pastor
Quit farting in his microphone.  
I'm always to close because
The sound man says he can't
Hear a rat
Munch a page out of Genisis
Ya it's the same.  

Either place I end up
I always get used.
I get pushed
And when that happens
I ALWAYS QUIT *******
WORKING.

Sounds like someone I know.  
Peace out!

When I was young
The tv promised us
We would see
What we always wanted
And so my cousin
Kept me awake
To see the first white flake
Hit the ground like
Goose feathers gliding through the sky.  
My mother lit a smoke
And said why do want it to snow.  
And Jared softly whispered  
In her ear like a delicate
Crumb of frost.

" grandma watched us
Out side her window"
And now I get
To watch her
Play in the snow

The boss is a portrait
Of you at the ripe old
Farting age of 50.  
This isn't new
You are what you do.
There's no disclaimer
Only a chance to dead lock
A kids collar and say get out
While there's still time.  
You know the rest
He gets his **** together
And delays the dentures
From sticking
To tongue sat age 29.  
I know it's all just numbers.  
But who wants
To be the one to premature *******
Lost hope.

Like a walrus he
Puffs the white foam from
His whiskers
And tells me,
No tells all of
Us he never touches
The ****.  
Because the worst
Fifty years of
His life
Never went
Any farther
Then
A Full
Case of
Scotch
Waiting
For the perfect
Moment.