Did you teach yourself to freckle
Or does that all come natural
And do they cover more than just your face

The game that I like a lot
Is the one called connect the dots
Would you like to come back to my place and play

I have some colored markers
From light pastel to darker
As this work of art makes its tender way

If we struggle with the guessing
I could pull out the florescent
Then we could pull down on the shades

If you let me know your secret
I promise I will keep it
A friendly game of connect the dots, what do you say

Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the years that followed
I came to learn how much he meant
To this world in its great need
And how well that time was spent

He preached of equality he preached of peace
As he spoke of man as one
He marched his way down city streets
Facing adversity with the face of love

He was done with all the hatred
That fills so many lives
To him color was a vision
Of equality in his eyes

A life so young a life cut short
By the wickedness in us all
Will you stand with me and follow him
Will you heed his righteous call

To call every man your brother
The way Martin Luther King Jr. did
To keep the vision of this visionary alive
A reality in which all mankind should live

Does this strike a cord that life is short on adventure
Does your old age tend to get in the way
Well here's some free advice sister or mister
Take all you care to use then give the rest away

Do all you can in life to make you happy
Demand that a smile stay on your face
Try and learn a thing or two from the things that you go through
And underneath your suit wear a hero's cape

Always answer back with a please and thank you
It's sure to make yours and others day
Say grace before every meal with a heart that's still
And if the food taste bad don't make a face

Don't try and buy your happiness with money
It's too often easy come and easy go
There's more to this life if you'll just take the time
And you may find it's best to let things go

So if any of this gets in your business
And knocks on both your noggin and your heart
I can tell you what to do before this day is through
There's no time like this time for you to start

I woke up today
to a brand new day
The sun was gone
the moon in its place
They both got bored
and decided to trade
Figured it'd be fun
to do it that way

Before too long
the trade caught on
The East went West
and the West went along
Then they both disappeared
when here traded with gone
Though it all happened slow
because short is now long

Night went to day
and day went to night
Tried to trade back
but day was too dark to find
Decided to stay
when decision changed its mind
Sat back to relax
When it traded with time

The North went South
looking to trade
But who could blame
The South for staying the same
They took it out back
which is now front
Sat down to have dinner
when it traded with lunch

If you ask, yes
it was a tradable day
If you haven't already guessed
in quite a tradable way

You're banking on the blessings
As you make your way
Through the blessed assurance
You count on every day

You may stop in wonder
As you wonder about it
Wearing high your hip boots
Being knee deep in your sin

You love you some Jesus
But only part of the time
You'll end up falling for it all
If you don't fall into line

You move to the motion
Of the day to day
Tossed out on the ocean
In all you give away

Never learning from the concept
They call sink or swim
With flailing arms, you move along
As you go down again

Battling the burden
That is tossed in life
Which wouldn't be such a worry
If you didn't love Jesus part of the time

When we were seventeen
Filled to the brim with hopes and dreams
The world was our oyster that we knew held a pearl

We had ahold of so much hope
By the long end of the fraying rope
Every day a crazy ride on the tilt-a-whirl

With no way to stop this moving train
Chugging on these rails of fame
Sure that we would all meet at that station

But some trains fly by too fast
And the train we planned most of us missed
On different rails of time, we were taken

Time to me felt more free
When we were seventeen
The innocence of it all well worth saving

But life soon enough lets you know
Who really is in control
And the uphill climb your train is facing

You can hold tight to the hand of fate
But it'll still give your past away
Leaving your memories short and lean

Thinking back now to the day
And the frame of mind that gave it all away
When we were seventeen filled with hopes and dreams

Been digging this hole
For far too long
My pickaxe and shovel
I've about worn them down

Wish I could say
They've been put to good use
But when digging a hole
That's not always the truth

The pickaxe is my mouth
The shovel my mind
In the digging of deep
I've worked both overtime

The handles I break
As I can't handle it
You'd think I'd learn from mistakes
And finally, quit

But quitting's not easy
When digging a hole
And how long I'll go
Lord only knows

Cause I've been digging this hole
Longer than I care to count
My pickaxe and shovel
I've about worn them both down

I've dipped into this well so many times
Expecting any day now it's going to run dry
Trying my luck, tossing my dime
Hoping against hope it'll work one more time

Being high on ambition, low on ideas
If you care to listen then listen to this
Whether it be a hit or it be a miss
Each poem that I write I send off with a kiss

But alas a kiss is not all they need
To make it or break it, help it succeed
Can I let you in on a secret between you and me
Poetry can be freeing but not always free

So here I am at the well again hoping to find
The inspiration needed with the other poets in line
Some say they don't need this but that line I'm not buying
We're all individuals here but still one of a kind

We all live on the edge afraid of that day
The words up and leave us with nothing left to say
And through all this I wonder if that will make
Me happy or sad for sanity's own sake

So could someone kindly lend me a dime
Seeing as through all this I've misplaced mine
Up one end and down the other steeper side
Till I've finally reached the end of this rhyme

There's a story we all tell
Bits and pieces of ourselves
Remembrance of the times that stayed
Forgetting that which blows away

While most of all it all rings true
It still holds tight to the lies of youth
The ones that said it'll be okay
If you hold on just one more day

But one day turned into more
Hell-bent to even up the score
Where life must feel we've done it wrong
In all our comings and our goings

Not here to say it's been a breeze
Performing feats with the greatest of ease
Learning trades along the way
In the shape of give and take

A story where we can relate
As we make our merry way
All across life's seams and folds
This story that's so often told

With the friends, life helped us find
Also helped lose some in time
This story we all know so well
With this story about ourselves

If light is out shining
chances are that I'm dreaming
Isn't that what dreamers do
during the day
My body is here
but my mind is out wandering
Can't stay in one place
in its runaway

It could be the sun
in its daylight of dawning
Chewing on morsels
that keep my mind entertained
Caves and crevices
in its searching and finding
Where no two places it's been
have been the same

Anywhere that I sit
is not where I'm at
You can tell right away
with eyes set a glaze
Just me and my mind
off most the time
Spending that time
dreaming the day away

When it's all said and done
As it rolls around again
Think I'll make a run
For president

From the fiasco I've seen
Of all those in the ring
They all make it look easy
Cheesy breezy

I'll promise them this
While giving them that
And never admit
When I leave out the facts

I'll wear an American flag pin
So I'm not penned communist
While promising that
And giving them this

I'll scream at some
At the top of my lungs
And when asked of my past
I'll play it dumb

I will promise to free
Those in poverty
If they would just kindly
Give a donation to me

I will shake all the babies
And kiss a few hands
Wait...can I have a do over
On what I just said?

I will kiss all the babies
And shake a few hands
There...that's more like it
**** you auto correct!

I'll promise it all
Without skipping a beat
The straights will say Yay
While the gays dance in the street

I'll perfect the one liners
Like, it's the economy stupid
Then ship jobs to China
When no one is looking

When asked what I've done
I'll avoid the question
Until eyes start to glaze
And boredom sets in

I'll go to war
If one need be fought
Or take out a loan
If peace can be bought

Then in another four years
When all this goes bad
I'll run with the slogan
Let's forget about the past

Cause if it can be done
By all these morons
Then it can be done
By most anyone

I'm getting bored
With the same old problems
Getting tired
Of the same old way
Look around
Everybody's got one
Day after day
After day after day
Starting to feel
I've hit rock bottom
I've turned the last card
On this silly game
Smoke em boys
If you've got em

Hoping to find myself
A new mistake to make

I need to mash these
Potatoes Au Gratin
Stir this day
Into a souffle
I need to iron
And press out these problems
Do my best to keep
The Wolves at bay
Hopefully soon
Drink youth from the fountain
And watch as
The old wrinkles fade
Shine a light into
My darkened cavern

Hoping to find myself
A new mistake to make

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

She's always out there searching
For a better place than this
Without her tender heart hurting
Because that's where all the hurt lives

From the top to the bottom
Chewing it over is always tough
She has got a problem
And her problem seems to be love

She draws tight the curtain
Long before the crowd even leaves
Which has them sitting and wondering
What those baby blues see

Like the way day and night takes
While also giving stuff up
She bends out of shape right before she breaks
The same way she has a problem with love

She would step off the high curb
But life's traffic is way out of hand
Low on its many promises
And much too high on demand

Before she even starts
She feels like she's already done
Where it's all inside her lonely heart
This problem she has with love

With eyes the size of saucers
Spirits hanging low
Drool dripping downward
Lump in the throat

Face of confusion
Mass hysteria
Doubled down delusion
Mostly unaware

Left side a-twitching
Head spinning round
Frontal lobe missing
Knuckles dragging the ground

Temperature rising
Ears blowing smoke
With this there's no denying
I'm now ready to vote!

Maybe I'm foolish
Maybe nieve
To draw back the curtains
To ever believe
That love at first sight
Could happen to me
This much I know to be true
But could it also happen to you

When there's someone special
The first time you see
You step up to the edge
And dive into love deep
When you find what feels right
Pretty as you please
Love at first sight can ring true
Happened to me, hopefully will also happen to you

If hindsight had two eyes
To look ahead
And look behind
I'm sure then
I'd realize at

How much I needed you

Before it is
I let you go
In the passion
Of the throe
I wish then
What I now know is

How much I needed you

Before my world
Came undone
Before I learned
The meaning of true love
Before I knew
How much the cost was in

How much I needed you

Now that it all
Is different
At the very
Bitter end
All I can think of
Is back then and

How much I needed you

he's the yin to her yang
the trip of light fantastic
the color wheel to her shade of gray
the breeze if you can catch it

the open flame of the day
the hold it tight, the giveaway
the stop right there, begin again
she the yang to his yin

the raw idea in all that's meant
all that's said, all that's kept
under feet, overhead
yin to yang, yang to yin

dark are the eyes
through which we see
hard is the heart
that inside beats
only the lonely
know of the deeds
cold are the hands
that outward reach

follow the progress
that gets in the way
swallow the innocence
in what we say
two-sided knife
baked in the cake
savor the flavor
of the escape

hold onto your breath
if there's any left
along with the secrets
that you have kept
tossing and turning
in unmade beds
knowing the deeds
cold are the hands

You look hard but you hardly notice
The inner workings of the beauty queen
All you see are the hair and makeup
Which has you think what's wrong with me

You shiver the colder on your shoulder
Heart packed neatly in deep freeze
Beauty fades as we get older
Yet still, you wonder what's wrong with me

What really counts is the in not out
So why do you feel the need to continually beat
Yourself up over what you see in others
As you steep deep in what's wrong with me

What you've got is straight from God
And believe you me, he's happy with what he sees
And he wishes that you would stop this nonsense
In your repeat of what's wrong with me

Because according to Him "Not A Thing"

This girl I know
Once wrote a poem
The only thing it said
Was the one word "YES"

She takes walks at night
Under dim starlight
Believes the twinkling
Is their way of speaking

Likes to give a toast
Everywhere she goes
Here's to happiness
May it never rest

Has a pet rock she keeps
From the 70's
Never once did say
If it had a name

She packs a bag each day
Figures just in case
She needs to hit the road
Some days you never know

Has a small disco ball
She brings along
If just by chance
Life strikes up the band

Blows on dandelions
Hoping to find
Wishes do come true
And good times never lose

She has a Siamese cat  
That makes her laugh
But in the back of her mind knows the world outside
Has a cure for that

Who was the fool
That taught time to fly
In a Jumbo jet plane
Like a fighter pilot through life

On bright sunny days
On days overcast
Passing through life
Going nowhere quite fast

As you hear the roar
By chance you look up
Before you even know
It's already gone

And it doesn't even come
With a parachute
It's up, jump, and run
In all that we do

Flip, flop, or fly
Ain't it the truth
Who ever taught time to fly
Is the biggest of fools

Alexander Graham
Rang a Bell when he said
Mr. Watson, come here
In 1876

With no earthly idea
Of what was to come
How we live today
With cell phones up our butts

Wherever you turn
Someone's talking or texting
At every red light
While the green one is resting

And let's not forget
The in your ear bluetooth craze
People talking out loud to themselves
Like we all care what they say

Or out and about
At a table for four
Where each cell phone in hand
Is the only thing not ignored

It does make you wonder
What Alexander would do
If he saw his seed planted
Producing this rotten fruit

Perhaps then Alexander Graham
Would ring that Bell in history
And say Mr. Watson, come here
Help me destroy this thing!




Today back in history Alexander Graham Bell made the first phone call.... Thanks a lot dude!

You keep banking on the blessing
As you make your way
Through the blessed assurance
You're hoping for each day

You stop short in your wonder
As you wonder this
Do your hip boots have a hole
Knee deep in your sin

You love you some Jesus
But only part of time
You take the call from fall for it all
Living by dim light

Moving to the motions
Of the every day to day
Seasick on the ocean
Another clueless castaway

Bobbing to the concept
Of the sink or swim
Up and down with flailing arms
You go down time and again

Battles are a burden
Thrown wide in this life
That wouldn't be such a worry  
If you didn't love Jesus part of the time

Special occasions you're saving
Him in a shiny box
Occasionally opening up
When you pray for luck

Still, you're in no hurry
You feel time is on your side
As you hustle in your bustle
He barely comes to mind

Taking your time, you're feeling fine
In the wasting of your dime
You love you some Jesus
But only part of the time

I've always proudly worn my pride
On the fact that I was right
Could it be perhaps that I was wrong

On most of what I knew
In everything I do
Heaven forbid, perish the thought

It hurts more than you know
When you find out you've been told
Over time a hefty share of lies

Just to keep you in the dark
Of who and what they are
The ones on top who wear a thin disguise

They like you where you are
Kept tight in a jar
Keeps the focus off their slight of hand

So they can do their tricks
Without you knowing it
Whether they're on the Right or Left

If you think you know
What all is going on
You might want to sit down and think twice

That what you think is true
Might be you without a clue
Whether it's coming from the Left or Right

I bought tickets early in life
With what they'd given, what I'd taken
Expecting any day to have that ride
Yet once again mistaken

Through the years and through the smog
Miles of rails got rusty
Forgot way more than I'd been taught
Figure that's what it must be

I hate to think it's all for naught
Just like daylight savings
As I watch my train of thought
Pull out of the station

Where I see me eagerly
In the passing windows waving
Happy to be a sight to see
My mind off on vacation

Drinking from half-empty cups
Full price I'm still paying
Memory jog around the block
This is where I came in

All of it all for naught
You know what I'm saying
As I watch my train of thought
Pull out of the station

Woke up early this morning
The sun shinning in without warning
How's depression to set in
Messing like this with my zen

Birds outside chirping have me worrying
Squirrels playfully hurrying in their scurrying
I have no idea of what to do
With all of these good feeling blues

With the grass green even on my side
There is no need for a changing of the tide
I'm about to waste my day away
With this happy plastered all over my face

How can I be sad or even mad
When I'm loving this and liking that
Humming to the tune that I am *******
Clinging to these good feeling blues

A slice of pie a piece of cake
A good time vibe to start the day
Just as I have often dread
I woke up on the right side of bed

As it is I'm not into this
Too much happiness and bliss tossed into the mix
What in the world am I supposed to do
Smack dab in all of these good feeling blues

she
has
a
heart
tattooed
on
top
her
chest
cause
the
one
inside
we
ain't
seen
yet
says
she
hasn't
had
the
opportunity
or
felt
the
need
to
let
it
beat

some
say
she's
too
mean
for
that
which
is
the
reason
for
her
tattooed
chest
to
show
the
folk
she
has
a
heart
just
not
on
the
inside
part

I catch it knocking nightly
On the center of my mind
This thing they call the conscience
Letting me know wrong from right

It gives me room to wiggle
As I preform my daily feats
Although most are rather simple
It still keeps an eye on me

It helps me in my comings
And goings both the same
To keep at bay the dreaded face
I've come to know as shame

My conscience serves a purpose
In all the do's and don'ts I find
Floating on the surface
Of this crazy thing called life

It keeps a watchful eye on me
In all my ups and downs
This thing they call a conscience
Thankfully always hangs around

I've got a Bobble Head Buddha
That nods on the dash
Some guy named Gideon
Whose Bible rides in the back

Rainbow covered Rosary beads
Hang from my mirror with ease
I've got all the bases covered
As pretty as you please

Have my cassette of Hindu chants
Where I hum along
Shaved my head for Hare Krishna
In case I get it wrong

Holy water in my reservoir
So when my windshield wipers wipe
I have that added protection
Never knowing what might

A Yarmulke from a Bar Mitzvah
In the seat next to me
With a case of Watchtower in the floorboard
I pass out for free

No cigarettes or coffee
Like a good Latter Day Saint
In case Jesus comes back a third time
Who's to say that he ain't

With all my bases covered
I feel pretty safe
Guess I can now crank the engine
And start out my day

When I was a young girl
I lived in the dream
That said what I wanted
Was waiting for me

A dream filled with beauty
One that's in keeping
With the highest of standards
Set from glossy magazines

Instead I grew up
With inadequate feelings
A life time of dealing
With what I was not achieving

My mind now a cage
With no hope of freeing
Until I learn to say
I love me for me

All because when I was a young girl
They set up my dreams
Told me what I wanted
And took me from me

This a continuing story
I'm sure that most can relate
The blind search for fame and glory
Can be a grave mistake

With wild twists and turns
That most folks don't know
Fame is just waiting to burn
A soft tender soul

The pasture looks greener
On the other side
Although leaner and meaner
In its need to hide

Like a Flytrap from Venus
Once fame grabs ahold
Will **** you bone dry
Leaving you out in the cold

It'll do your shopping for you
Buy nothing but empty suits
Your fans will adore you
In the outfits that perfectly fit you

So say hello to glory
And move over fame
If you're in the mood to lose
All but your name

Which you'll need to keep
to have something to shame

Right here, right now, right off the cuff
I must say that I have stuff
Possessions or obsession
Either way it's way too much

I've been collecting all these years
Moving forward, grinding gears
Stuffing boxes here and there
Piles of purchase everywhere

Knick knacks piled on top of shelves
Collecting dust above all else
Each one seems to be mid scream
Could it be a cry for help

I even buy extra stuff
Where I can stuff my stuff
From massive sheds with metal lids
And still it's not enough

A problem for me I say maybe
But at least it's one I love
After all as I recall
Is there ever enough when it comes to stuff

In my younger days I used to play
The as I do not as I say game
When all I did seemed to come out wrong

I would often hang the fool in me
Out for all the world to see
But thankfully those days are mostly gone

Although they still pop in and out
From time to time to give a shout
I think mostly to see what's going on

And to keep me on my toes
Letting me know that it knows
In a heartbeat I could sell my soul out for a song

Thinking that I've got this licked
While the fool in me bites at the bit
Hello, is there anybody home

With nothing left for me to prove
I'm just one step at back to fool
Back in the thick of it before I know

Adding to my history
Another bent of fool in me
All I need for this to be is to leave open the door

if grass were blue
and sky was green
in the oceans open field
i'd float in dreams
to the outer banks
of in between
under a chartreuse moon
in waves of tangerine

as pink dolphins
come together as one
and sing out loud
to the purple sirens song
near the jagged rock
where the sailors warn
of the changing colors
of the coming storm

i'd still think of you
as if grass were blue
on the changing tide
of the oceans hue
as i live by
what i thought i knew
with sky's of green
and grass of blue

Sometimes I wish
I'd grown up like this
Where sorrow was the only sound
You could hear for miles around

Life being a struggle
Parents being unlovable
Where all they did was scream
At my siblings and me

Maybe if I'd been homeless
In a world that could care less
Then my pen would find to write
More in-depth the strife of life

Or forced into an institution
From what I'd been abusing
Caving to the pressure
Beyond what could be measured

Bit by bit I'd give the clues
Of a life worn thin by its abuse
Taking my writing lessons
From down the hall of deep depression

Helping with said writing
Heartache more inviting
Not this white boy, white bread
Poetry I seem to do instead

I have a heart
That has no eyes
With which to see
Loves coy surprise

No mouth to speak
To say be wise
You're in too deep
Before you realize

No thoughts at all
Without a mind
No helping hand
To be its guide

Without feet
To run and hide
Still jumps right in
Time after time

A constant beat
It provides
Fast or slow
With no rewind

No artful skills
To paint a sign
Stuck on love
Is all it likes

my friends all worry about me
as i can't keep a thing in mind
cause all that it's on lately
is You and me keeping time

they say i'm in on conversations
but can't remember what has been said
i try my best at explanations
that You are all that's in my head

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You

they could bury me deep in therapy
spend all they have on so called shrinks
after all this all they would know is
You're the only thing i think

as my head is filled with wonder
it's little wonder at what i do
big surprise that there's no other
thoughts i have that aren't of You

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You

I'm painting a picture
In my frame of mind
A little abstract
A bit out of the lines
Hoping it looks
Exactly like
The thoughts in my head
I've colored this time

I'll sign my name
So I'll know who I am
For later in life
In case I forget
I might paint a hint
On the back of my hand
So if I lose a clue
I can wave where I'm at

With my mind blowing free
As I pass the time
Painting a picture
In my frame of mind

I've never been much good with my hands
Which makes me wonder why by my side they linger
The only purpose I see they serve
Is holding onto all of my fingers

And the first one holding on seems to delight
In the pointing out of others wrongs that it finds
While the one playing dumb we call the thumb
Hangs around for the hitching of rides

I never use the middle one
Trying to do my best in love
And there's no use in raising the bar of anger
By flipping somebody off with the *******

Then there's the one that holds the ring
That brings on the smiles of remembering
How very blessed a man I am
To have married such a beautiful queen

And last but not least need I even mention
Not one to miss a meeting
Is the little pinky raising the bar
When afternoon tea I am drinking

Like I said
I've never been much good with my hands
Except to hold onto my fingers
Well, you know the rest...

5:30 am...I hit the snooze
To turn off the obnoxious sound
All I do is delay
The morning melee
As the sound rolls back around

Quarter till six I remove all the sticks
From my eyes also known as sleep
My feet hit the floor
As mutts scratch on my door
A reminder of what's to be

My four furry friends at once all descend
As I open my bedroom door
I make my way through
The mine field I knew
My dogs strategically placed out the night before

I open the back as they all attack
Their imaginary foe
Like a bunch of banshees
They let out their wild screams
If I can't sleep why should my neighbors next door

As I stand in the dark with one last high pitched bark
Contemplating the sanity I lack
We go back inside
A slight tear in my eye
To get ready for work where it is I go to relax

if you take
all the mistakes you've ever made
and you save
never giving them away

overtime
if you keep them in your mind
you will find
it'll rot out over time

Here's a shout out
To all the Ladies out there
Who want a boyfriend so bad
But haven't found him just yet

Don't worry girls
It's not a hopeless cause
The man of your dreams
Hasn't found you yet is all

You see he's out there
And he's searching  too
Looking for the perfect women
And that perfect women is you

When it does happen
You will know this is it
Because both you and he
Will be the perfect fit

So go out and enjoy
Galentines with your girl friends
Because this time next year
You may all have boyfriends

There's a man I once knew who sang the blues
Though I'm sure it wasn't in his plans
Kept a small stone in the toe of his shoe
To help him remember the things he'd forget

He would never back down nor throw in the towel
Though the blues is the blues is the blues
Never once slowed down in walking it out
Or so says the stone in the toe of his shoe

The look in his eyes weren't set on compromise
In all that life had put him through
He might have said to you if you haven't a clue
Try a stone in the toe of your shoe

Works wonders he said with memory kept
If you're deeply in debt to the blues
If only you can remember this my friend
Put a stone in the toe of your shoe

Then you won't go wrong with singing a long
To whatever song you're singing to
Being hard to ignore as the day runs its course
The stone in the toe of your shoe

If you need a place to run to
Someone to tightly hold you
A helping hand to help you through
Whatever life throws at you

If you need an ear to listen
Someone to wipe the tears that glisten
To fill the space of a heartbeat missing
To give hope in what you're wishing

If you need sympathy in a shoulder to cry
In the darkness a sliver of light
Someone in which you can hide
That will never fade from your sight

If you need someone to bandage the break
Take the hurt and toss it away
That will be there day after day after day
To help you through life's confusing maze

Then that would be me...

What if love was contagious
Like some sort of disease
Affecting all religions and races
Bringing the world to its knees

Where a cure is never found
Where no one even tries
A disease that for years sticks around
Contaminating all of mankind

From a kind word being said
To a hug when it's needed the most
In hopes it quickly spreads
With everyone being the host

What if love was a disease
And it was highly contagious
No need to put us all in quarantine  
Because love is a disease that would save us

I went and got my drivers license
Today at the DMV
Out of all the many questions
They thought to ask of me

The one that struck me funny
Is if I wouldn't mind
If I get in a wreck and lose my head
Could I leave the other body parts behind

So I checked the box and said good luck
Getting anything to work
And if it does I'm warning ya
All it's going to do is hurt

Cause my heart's been broken many times
If you feel the need to ask
And with my brain let me explain
There's not one good cell that's left

Both my knees are in need of sympathy
And my feet have spent years beating the pavement
I'm really not sure there's much more
That you could find worth saving

With all the many years of smoking
My lungs must be feathered beyond tarred
And as old age me pees quite frequently
I'd say my kidneys are *****

If they'd like to take my eyes
I have the glasses to go with them
The right seems to have the best sight
They might have problems with the left

I have been complimented on my smile
Though I'm missing a few teeth
But they do wonders with implants these days
Although I hear that it ain't cheap

Guess when the time does arrive
I no longer will be here
Maybe so I should write a note
And let them know which parts to stay clear

Or just give it all to science
And let them marvel at the wonder
How anything could work this long
After all it's been put under

All of this is what I thought
As I checked the box...