If you would be willing
There's nothing better than a good Wet Willie
The feel and squishy sound
Of a finger rolling round

Though it may not be
All that sanitary
Between the first and second lick
Over time you get used to it

To you this may sound strange
Slightly off beat if not deranged
Cross eyed with a chill
Second knuckle, to the hilt

Drool dripping from the mouth
World is turning upside down
Any ear, left or right
A slight tingle up the spine

Did he just say this really
There's nothing better than a good Wet Willie
The feel and squishy sound
Of a finger rolling round
Deep inside the ear canal
...what is wrong with this clown

There is safety in numbers
But numbers don't count for all
Dear sisters and brothers
Out there be very careful

There is evil here amongst us
Wolves wearing sheep's clothes
Where there is not a one of us
That shouldn't keep on their toes

Like a hungry lion
Roaming throughout the land
A warning sign of evil times
The darkened heart of man

Where more or one are gathered
Iron sharpening iron
Righteousness matters
In numbers we will find

The safety that is needed
But numbers don't count for all
Take my words and heed them
Out there be very careful

In the midst of this relationship
Colors ever bright
Morning, noon, and night
Sparkle in its shine

The way we come together
Deep green on the vine
Lovers both intwined
Sharing in the light

The colors in-between us
Reds, yellows, and blues
I always promise to
Change colors with you

From the brightness of beginnings
To the fading of pastels
Soft to the touch is felt
Colors still work well

The love that's held be-tween us
As twilight takes our day
Colors start to fade
Into hints of gray

With all that's painted on us
Our canvas tight and true
I always promise to
Change colors with you

If I had the chance
To do it again
Would I only choose
The chance to win

If I never lost
At any cost
Would that be a win
Or would that be a loss

Without a loss
What good is a win
If you never learn
Anything from it

Leaning on my shovel
With pillow in hand
Pull up tight the covers
Heading towards dream land

Where I can start the process
Soundly in my sleep
Searching through the nonsense
Digging deep my dreams

To stay away from nightmares
I sift through softer sand
Too many times, I've been there
Growing in hard pan

With those close to the surface
I treasure the meaning
Making it all worth it
Digging deep my dreams

There really is no science
In fact, hardly a clue
In the way you find it
Dreams both old and new

But like I said, pillow in hand
Shovel on which to lean
All of this the process
Digging deep my dreams

we're as good as dead
is all they've said
from beginning to end

sheeple led
to the edge
and then back again

in the 60's shout
oil was out no doubt
and look it's still around

when the 70's came
it was much the same
the ice age would freeze us out

in the 80's they
blamed acid rain
for destroying all the crops

the 90's scare
of course, the ozone layer
but the farm was never bought

in 2000 they felt
the glaciers would melt
causing the oceans to rise

then in 2010
we'd all be swimming
under a ten-foot tide

here we are today
where it's all much the same
as they shake and stir our brains

to the latest scare
keeping the fear
under the name of climate change

If you're looking for lasting impression
Something to hit the mark
A ditty to keep the crowd guessing
Just who and where you are

A smidgen or two of enticement
Toss of surprise in the ***
A line right on time they can liken
To all of the haves and have nots

Move to and fro through the madness
Deal with the cards you are delt
Take all of what you are left with
And just be yourself