i had no idea what love was
until it disappeared
or the joyful sound it made
until silence was all that i could hear
or the beauty that it held
in a single tear
i had no idea what love was
until love disappeared

i had no idea what love would take
until it was gone
took apart this wanting heart
left behind this weary soul
would i have let it get this far
if only i had known
i had no idea what love would take
until love was gone

We used to laugh
More than we cried
Naturally
No need to find
A justful cause
Or reason why
It's just what we would do

We used to love
More than we'd hate
Find the good
In everyday
For our love
To give away
It's just what we would do

But over time
What we would find
Would be the thoughts
That cross our minds
We lost the love
Which makes us cry
It's just what we do

Who can say
That I'm to blame
For loving the way
She calls my name

Could it be
I've reached the peak
Of ecstasy
When she kisses me

Draw out the plans
Strike up the band
Don't want to land
When she holds my hand

Paradise
Is what I find
Every time
I gaze in her eyes

I fall in deep
Bounds and leaps
Into her sea
When she looks back at me

No, if's and's or but's
She's the one
Thank you very much
I'm in love

Conditions were fought
As we planted our hearts
In righteousness
Then prayed for rain

But the desires of this world
Sowed weeds in our souls
Then took its toll
When the locust came

...and the locust came
with a hunger unguarded
the goodness we sought
to swallow it whole

...and the locust came
in record numbers
rolling like thunder
stunting our growth

Daily we're met
By the plans of man
We readily accept
But don't dare take the blame

Then wonder at
The troubles we have
Till there's nothing left
When the locust came

...and the locust came
in turmoil and emotion
first went the mind
the heart soon followed

...and the locust came
slipping and sliding
while we weren't watching
through the backdoor

This may not sound quite right
But I find I've made up my mind
After all of this time
To say goodbye to goodbye

Goodbye only makes me sad
When losing the friends that I have
When it's their turn to come up to bat
When they have no time left

Goodbye is too cruel a word
Goodbye is best if it's left unheard
Being that there is no cure
When goodbye occurs

And that is exactly why
After all of this time I find
I've made up my mind
To say goodbye to goodbye

Everytime that you see me
I'm down on my hands and knees
You can bet, no secret kept
Crawling back to you again

It's so hard to run away
When all I do is run in place
Never able to escape
Crawling back to you each day

I accept you're in my head
Clinging till there's nothing left
One way street, read the signs
Crawling back with you in mind

I need a flame of different light
A different frame of you in mind
All that you have put me through
Crawling back again to you

After all this time you'd think I'd know
How to stand up on my own
And yet with all that being said
Crawling back is all I have

i do my driving
in a parking lot
moving life along
from spot to spot

keep between the lines
in the parallel
universe i find
can be hard as hell

jockey back and forth
for an empty space
to park my car
and rest my case

then it's back to driving
the parking lot
moving life along
from spot to spot

Certainly didn't see it coming
This feeling so numb
But the soft spot of my heart
Beat out that it's true

Perfect in its timing
The itch of the reminding
Give me just a minute
While I fall in love with you

Never ever planed
The way time sifts its sand
*****-nilly in its wonder
Yet steeped deep in the truth

Nothing is more real
Heading head over heals
Give me a sec to catch my breath
While I fall in love with you

Shoulder rubbing shoulder
Lovers soon uncovered
Coming to this junction
In the way, we move

Here is where I find
The bleeding out of time
Makes it all worthwhile
While I fall in love with you

There's a laboring force
That runs out its course
Through men that I know
Who are worked to the bone

With fingers that bleed
To satisfy hungers need
From the calloused hands
Of the working man

Bringing to light
From morning to night
Collars of blue
Work's all they do

The working man
Making his plans
Of the things that he can't
While dreaming he can

With the breaking of backs
Over what all they lack
Life is nothing but hard
In the labor yard

Where far less is saved
In the give away
Taking its toll
On both young and old

With the showing of hands
Those living in debt
More often than not
Is the working man's lot

With the dreams they hold
That maybe one day
They'll have enough saved
To pay for their grave

Last trip he jumped ship
Off life's ocean liner
Asking you what's that got to do
With the price of tea in China

Uninspired he grew tired
Of the massive here and there
Another sign of the times
With the man who doesn't care

Taking all he's given
In opinions over time
Says a fool will only do
Enough to get by

According to the warning
In the buyer beware
Much the same in what you give away
The man who doesn't care

No need to borrow sorrow
In these days of make believe
Easily seen within reach
As they hand it out for free

Time is wasted in the making
If all you do is stop and stare
That's why each day he goes the way
Of the man who doesn't care

From the moment they gave him the measuring tape
That's the second Monty started to measure away
Measuring this and measuring that
From the round side of rings to the square side of flat

He measured the span on the wings of a fly
The knees of the bees as they buzzed him by
He measured the toot from the sound of a flute
And the beat of a drum, Monty measured that too

He measured the space between space and time
So there were no mistakes he measured it in the light
Pulled the tail of a lion to measure its roar
The teeth on a shark but only up to row four

Monty measured the clowns from the circus in town
With a wink and a nod, the upside of down
He measured the dinner his mom sat on his plate
Then for dessert, he measured the cake

The last thing Monty did before he went to bed
Was to measure the pillow where he laid his head
And in no time at all, Monty was fast asleep
Where in between snores he measured his dreams

I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you

We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill

We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky

A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street

She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...


R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80

You might think that I'm happy
All of the time
But inside my smile
Is upside down
Otherwise, you wouldn't
Want me around
If all you ever saw
Was a continuous frown
I guess that's why
I'm always clowning around
Not wanting others to see
Me feeling down
It's the only way I can think
To keep you around
On the outside a smile
On the inside a frown

Flabbergasted at my findings
Drooling slightly over luck
Hard to explain how my life has changed
Now the proud owner of a Whatchamacallit

It came with all the accessories
All the whistles plus the bells
Lucky I grabbed it when I did
You know how fast those things fly off the shelf

Double wrapped in heavy plastic
Sealed up tight for safeties sake
To keep from the hands of those not in the know
Plus less chance of escape

Though Whatchamacallit's aren't dangerous
They are mischievous all the same
Far be it for me to set mine free
And be the one to blame

So I keep it on a leash
Everytime that I go out
Even put it in my pocket
If I'm roaming a big crowd

But believe you me if it's me you see
Out someday on the street
I have my Whatchamacallit
Somewhere close to me

I've known him all my life
And still do now he's gone
Leaving behind his kids and wife
Memories that live on

I watched him from the younger side
Through the struggles and the strife
Never knowing they were there
As he never once broke his stride

I strive to be like him
In stature to be found
Holding tight to his beliefs
Because he made a vow

Never dwelt on could have been's
Or if only I had done's
Taking what was thrown at him
Be it treasure or be it mud

He knew he served a purpose
And his purpose was his word
Always being first us
Anything less was unheard

Gone too many years
Now for me to count
But through the laughter, joy, and tears
I'm glad he kept his vow

Daily thankful that is something
He passed along to me
A promise made a promise kept
To my own family

As I do battle in the thick and thin
That is often thrown my way
Remembering my time with him
And the purpose he displayed

Although it's not always easy
I'm sure that too he often found
But like the man before me
I also made a vow

People are loopy
People ain't right
Inside of their heads
Out of their minds

People are nutty
Loco coco bean
Imaginary buddies
Putty for brains

People are batty
Fruit loops that fly
Come in different colors
Confetti minds

People are special
They say with a wink
Jumped the train trestle
Over the brink

Pick one or the other
No answer is wrong
It's all the above
When people are off

Though I don't know you at all
There's a sadness in your smile
With lipstick of the color blue
That makes me wonder what you're going through

There's a slight turn to your lips
If you blink that you could miss
Making it look like
You're about to change your mind

But a sadness that permeates
Is the hardest to erase
And if you're not careful then it might
Move up to your eyes

And though you I don't know
Or what makes your garden grow
It still makes my heart want to melt
Seeing the sadness in your smile

We are all poets
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that, I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So draw the anchor
Hoist the sail
We'll all rhyme our way
Clear outta here
Sailing the pantoum oceans
On sonnet seas
Casting our lot
In the poetic breeze

Steering riddling rudders
Across verses in waves
Until the very last day
We're made to walk the plank
As we are all poets
In the same boat
Trying our best
Just to stay afloat

Life goes off like a cherry bomb
Blows itself up to kingdom come
Lends itself to display
Some of the things you can not change

Shows you all that it can do
In the old with a touch of new
And for whom the bell tolls
Parts of life you can't control

Life will open itself up
With bangs and bruises nicks and cuts
It's not always what you make
But in the learning from mistakes

If there's anyway or anyhow
Find a corner on which to turn around
But watch the gutter in its flow
Parts of life you can't control

Life at times will draw the line
In fluorescent bright or black and white
You can read into it, year model make
Have your say at the turn of the page

Live it out as if in a dream
What you find to try and keep
Until you hit that bump in the road
Parts of life you can't control

I want to live in a Norman Rockwell painting
Where I'm surrounded by the simple times
If you don't know what I mean let me explain it
It consists of front porch swings and Mom's apple pie

Sunday afternoons in Grandma's kitchen
Lazy fishing days down by the lake
Or in a Soda Shop drinking Chocolate Malts with cherries on top
As I while away the day Norman's way

Riding bikes down hills the whole time laughing
Cowboys, Indians, and Pirates all in one day
With sunsets painted red and no strangers met
No secrets kept to wanna give away

Life on parade the American way
Pride in your family and friends
Helping each other no matter race, creed, or color
Starting each meal out with an amen

Picnics at the park, hot dogs and gaming
Potato sack and three-legged racing
Nothing like today's grind taxing both the heart and mind
Which to me desperately needs replacing
With life in a Norman Rockwell painting

I wish all hearts could clearly see
The season that's upon us
Is not just for those who do believe
In the God above who loves us

But for the world in general
Celebrating what he left us
The perfect gift of himself
Knowing only he could save us

Let the heart of man gather in
This Christmas jubilation
Where the ****** birth would change the course
Of a world in need of saving

As we gather here this time of year
To celebrate the one who frees us
Above all else from ourselves
In the birth of the Lord Jesus

So Merry Christmas one and all
The season now upon us
Not just for those who do believe
From the God above who loves us

Every eye sees beauty differently
Every tongue has a different way to speak
As our minds serve time where they are at
On the gifts so neatly wrapped
Open hands are made to give freely

We all walk a different path in life
That doesn't mean we're not on the same side
Whatever side you are own
Trying your best to head North
Hoping for that beauty to find

That we all see so differently
As our tongues confess what our minds believe
When all that really matters
Is our love for one another
That is life's true beauty

I have yet to tell myself the truth
that there no longer is a me
happily
connected to a you

Cause I'm not sure I could handle it
or if I would survive
when I find
you called it quits

So I'll continue to live out the lie
with what is left
of the dreams I had
at the time that all was right

That is why when it comes to you
I have yet to tell myself the truth
that when it comes to me
there no longer is a you

We either know or else we guess
Hope for more but none the less
Hold the door for the caress
Shut it tight before the mess

Hide-and-seek hoping to find
Clear as day dark as night
Find the reason in the rhyme
Still the creek is going to rise

We take both the highs and lows
Whichever way the warm wind blows
However fast the river flows
First is last within the soul

Love and light we draw the line
What is yours and what is mine
Always try to do what's right
Still the creek is going to rise

Show the mess for what it is
Pucker up the Judas lips
More of that and less of this
Nervousness before the kiss

Spreading out the winter Rye
Grass is greener on the other side
I've got yours and you've got mine
Still the creek is going to rise

Rambling Boy
Where you been
Fell down hard
Got up again

No telling now
Where you have gone
In your quest
To ramble on

Moving on
From coast to coast
Hitting highs
Missing lows

Adventure seems
To know your name
Here one minute
Then gone again

Tried your best
To hold the line
Found that to be
A waste of time

Rambling Boy
Has the need
Above it all
To be free

Free from the bricks
That have been laid
Down along
Lifes motorway

Stepping to
A different beat
Shaking dust
Off of his feet

Nothing settles
Where he goes
As Rambling Boy
Rambles on

i wish
my eyes
could clearly
see
what
my tender
heart
believes
we'd
survive
if we
relied
on
the love
that beats
inside

as a rule of thumb
more often than not
on many an occasion
i don't pay attention
advice for free
whether or not you need
...that would be me

mind that's unmade
on any given day
where sometimes the thinking
is the main thing that's missing
where thoughts that are deep
are too hard to keep
...that would be me

where rumors flow
into the unknown
release or catch
thoughts that are hatched
way beyond reach
never a need
...that would be me

With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again

I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind

Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five

Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that you're still alive

Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little ****** and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.

Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me

Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor

In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for

I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd

With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which  quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle

With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later

At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor

When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line

So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time

Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend

Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...

Three hundred sixty-five
Broken days, wasted nights
I've spent on the road without you

Twelve lonely months
Away from home I've been gone
When I'll be back I haven't a clue

Twenty four hours
The only thing in my power
Is taking it day by day

Hour by waking hour
Life is only sour
Color a deeper shade of gray

Minute by minute
Counting every second
Until I'm back home again

Three hundred sixty-five
Broken days, wasted nights
Is no way for a man to live

I hear my father's voice
Everytime I speak
Left with little choice
That he's a part of me
I hear it in the slang
My Southern nasel twang
In everything I say
As I venture through my day

When I look into the mirror
It's my father's face I see
The older that I get
Looking back at me
I see the many lines
He had in his sly smile
The kindness that he held
When I gazed into his eyes

I also hear his laugh
In the jokes I tell
When the aftermath
Doesn't go so well
Trying to get the crowd
To smile I still try
The way my father did
As he made his way through life

I always feel his love
From beyond the grave
The preciousness in the gifts
That my father gave
Every single piece
Of his memory
That my father placed
With love inside of me

He keeps a locket of her hair
Folded up in an envelope
From the days she was there
Before that's all she wrote

He pulls it out from time to time
Finding time to reminisce
About the time they shared a life
Along with a kiss

And just as fast as all that
He slides it in the envelope
Thinking back to the time
Before that's all she wrote

I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm

There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm

If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years

But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here

          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
          To be a tender turkey is my call
          And all you want to do is eat me
          Yes, you wanna eat me

They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again

Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim

Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block

As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought

          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          So delicious they're coming back for more
          Tenderized to the very core
          All they want to do is eat me
          
          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
          To be a tinder turkey is my call
          Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams

Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends

So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned

          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          The highest honor of them all
          Into the open oven I must fall
          Cause all you want to do is eat me
          Yes, all you wanna do is eat me

one fine day
it all came true
like a piece of cake
every i love you
every knowing nod
every gentle nudge
as you count the cost
on every thought of love

one fine day
all the day could do
was to make its way
through its daily loop
with one end up
and one end down
being simple enough
with love around

one fine day
out of the blue
life ran its course
on a whistles tune
on a gravel road
under a quarter moon
to the simple truth
of i love you

The blacktop to these city streets
Has so much to say
Daily trampled under feet
As the conversation goes both ways

Standing at the crosswalk
Always in a hurry
As I watch the corner coffee shop patrons
Seem to leisure with no worries

While walking along the sidewalk
I hear a voice wish me good morning
Along with a word of warning
About the afternoon storm that's coming

From the giving to the taking
All that's left to say
Is these city streets take more from me
Than I could ever give away

Same routine day after day
Where left always seems right
As I make my way onto Main
The Broadway comes to mind

I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice

Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this

It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing *****!

Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side

I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out

I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed

The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block

I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell

Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on

Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen

There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised

i know where the path is
and where it leads
she says...
and how the garden grows
in its search of hope

i have seen the sunrise
in a mothers eyes  
she says...
and the moon reflect
in her smile

i have heard the calling in
the blusterous wind
she says...
and have taken what i have
to task

if there is any more
it's not of this world
she says...
for i have stood the edge
of its ledge

i have seen inside the dream  
and what it means  
she says...
and it's not in what you have
or what you've kept

but what you give away
in what is left
she says...
in the seeds you sow
as you move along the way

this tear
starts here
deep within my heart
the loneliest part
keeping clear
the pathway for my tear

makes its way
to my face
no other way to go
but through the lump in my throat
at a steady pace
as this tear finds its way

into the chilled air
free and clear
then down along
a path well worn
this tear
ends here

Can we at this Thanksgiving time
Put all our differences aside
And not worry about who did what or when
Coming together as the family of man

All sit around the table
As we pass the plate
Saying as
We're also giving grace

Forgiving those
That have done us wrong
While asking them
To forgive us

Being thankful for
Every breath we take
As we realize
It's all for heaven's sake

Giving praise
Every single day
Knowing how easily
It can all be taken away

Can we at this Thanksgiving time
Put all our differences aside
And not worry about who did what or when
Coming together as the family of man

You find yourselves playing house
When what you really need is a home
On this path, you'll soon enough find out
That you're both alone

You've yet to find a compromise
Of how this all should go
You'd be wise to take the time
To build yourselves a home

Starting with a load of bricks
Each one made of love
Held tightly with concrete
That is heavily mixed up with trust

Have windows that open up to hope
Doors swinging wide in welcoming
Love should be the chime you choose
To complement the doorbells ring

When you take this house you've created
And make it your home sweet home
Proud that you both have made it
Never once will you be alone

i keep my hopes and dreams

inside a paper sack

i pull them out when i feel the need

the ones that are stale i put them back

those i take down to the shore

and toss them in the sea

the fresh ones like i said i keep

and take them home with me

to pull out when i feel the need

After all these many carnivore years
You can call it guilt or you can call it fear
I've made up my mind to decide
I'm going vegan this November time

So I broke down hard and read some books
Heard some tapes on what it took
From veggies steamed to veggies raw
From beans of green to yellow squash

As my nightly dreams were all filled with meat
I pushed back hard with collard greens
But still had no clue of what to do
With a turkey substitute

And that is when a friend came in
Who Tofu's the line at turkey time
So I read more books and heard more tapes
On Tofu fried, boiled, broiled, and baked

Opening up my kitchen to fine cuisine
Minus the best part...that being meat
As I promised myself I can make this work
My Tofurkey  would be the finest in edible art

I had bought  my Tofu by the pound
Lucky for me it is pliable
As I stretched and pulled and pulled and stretched
Until I had something that looked like a head

With my artistic abilities seriously in doubt
I'm pretty sure what I conjured was the head of a cow
So I pulled and stretched and stretched and pulled
No ones going to call me an abstract fool

As I bring to boil the "Rodin" juices in me
And baste at my skills repeatedly
Where I come up with a turkey, giblets and all
And just for good measure I gobble a turkey call

Of course cooking the thing is another road and
I sadly lost Tofurkey 1, 2, and 3 in the explosion
When 4 hit the score I invited my friends
Whose friendship with them will take time to mend

Just because a turkey looks like a turkey, don't mean that it is
I'm now learning all this while I clean up the mess
As forks went to the mouths at the very same time
So did the retching along with the crying

But in a month they'll forget this entire sordid ordeal
When they get the invites for my Christmas holiday meal
With my time in the books and tapes I will spend
Looking forward to  Christmas and a delicious soy bean ham

As you're starting out this life
Being taught the wrong from right
By those close to you inside the home

But then again adolescence kicks in
Where the troubles all begin
As you start to believe everything you think you know

And you can't just be told
By all those old-fashioned fools
Who are clearly way past their dawn

Soon enough though you'll know
The more row's you *** in your growth
You should have gone and left your well enough alone

You can fill your silly head
With what you think you know is best
But it is mostly talk with little show

Where one day you're sure to see
We all must pay for our on keep
In the throwing of life's dog a bone

And those that helped to raise you
Know a lot more than you knew
You learn now that you're grown

You finally find you realize
In the wisdom of hindsight
You should have gone and left well enough alone

Don't get me wrong I do love myself
It's my selfies that give me hell
When I think I've clicked the perfect pic
20 shots later that's still not it

I take the filter remove the lines
How many lines can one man find
It's an age-old problem I've been told
Why does the camera make me look old

I've got the angle I've got the smile
The perfect lighting set on the dial
Hold my phone back to where I can snap
As my phone once again makes me look like crap

Always thinking I have the perfect pic
20 shots later that's still not it
Oh, don't get me wrong I do love myself
It's just my selfies that are giving me hell

There's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate its constant calls

It's become a daily battle
This long drawn out desire
When you say no way will I drink today
And again it makes you out the liar

It all started out so simple
Having social drinks with friends
Where the only time you drew that line
Would be on the weekends

But stress comes along in many forms
As you find sips take off the edge
Soon enough though it won't leave you alone
A little secret the bottle seems to have kept

And this battle you are fighting
Some days afraid that you might win
Where there is no denying
Deep down inside you'll miss your friend

Where there's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate the way it too often calls

I've seen them come
I've seen them go
I've seen the needle
Take another soul
I've seen the vacuum
I've seen the hole
I've seen things
I'd rather not know

I've seen them beg
I've seen them cry
I've seen them lose
I've seen them die
I've seen broken mothers
Wonder why
I've seen it all
Through tear-filled eyes

I've seen the needle
I've seen the cost
I've seen it all
Through thickened walls
I've seen men when
They take the fall
Get up again
Then do more

I've seen them do
Without a doubt
I've seen them cut
Their clientele
Treat them worse
Then they would a dog
Send them to hell
With Fentanyl

I've seen them come
I've seen them go
I've seen them beg
For another dose
And when there's nothing
Left to own
I've seen them die
All alone

The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year

Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November

With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need

Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed

The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact

That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that

They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing

Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances

In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required

The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd

On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside

Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life

In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange

Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain

There is nothing in my heart
That a good dose of love won't cure
Curing that and so much more
This nothing in my heart

There is nothing in my mind
That will take me to the heights
Like a dose of love will every time
Inside this lonely mind

There is nothing in my soul
That can take away this cold
Like love does in a daily dose
This nothing in my soul

Nothing in my heart
Nothing in my mind
Nothing in my soul
That a dose of love won't cure