We turn on the T.V.
When we get hungry
But all that they feed us today are more lies

We keep on eating
The garbage they're feeding
Losing all meaning to the gourmet of life

So open up wide now
And take what they're serving
Cause what they are serving you'll soon grow to like

With a smidgen of truth
To sweeten the lies that are bitter
That go down much easier when it's tasting just right

So turn on your T.V.
There's a smorgasbord of choices
Grab the remote, choose your poison on the channel of life

I met Emily Dickinson on the edge of the wood
With paper and pen in hand
Know not what she wrote but knew it was good
As I've always been a fan

Looking at me she gave a sly wink
As if I understood
How strange it was that nature does not knock
And yet does not intrude

She then curtsied in a goodbye gesture
Handing me a rhyming book
Whispered,,,happily ever after
Before she vanished in the wood

Barreling down the highway with the highbeams on
Blasting out the music to a rocking song
In a fog so thick you couldn't cut it with a knife
Blind to what's ahead of us on the American billboard sign  

Forget about kilometers, what is that in miles
Waving of the Red, White and Blue with a goofy smile
Only slowing down long enough when we feel it's time
For another slice of that good old fashion American pie

Find ourselves oblivious to the world outside
Not concerned with anything as it passes by
We're just as proud as we can be with the vehicle we've got
Though it's getting hard to see in this American fog

Foreign flowers on the roadside bending to our speed
As we check ourselves in the rearview liking what we see
Doesn't really matter much to us or so it seems
As we drive down the highway of our American dreams

I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts

I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like

As soon as the test was over
With my feet planted firmly on the floor
I hit the button enter
There was immediately a knock upon the door

What appeared to be three business men
All in matching suits and ties
With darkened sunglasses all around
Like Hollywood Movie Stars in disguise

Before I knew what was happening
They threw a hood over my head
And carted me off without the slightest word
Not a single Howdy-Do was said

My new found friends threw me into the trunk
Of a waiting limousine
Where just as quickly as they arrived
We all left the scene

We came to a run down abandoned  Army base
In the middle of the desert
I had the feeling that what it was that was to come
Most certainly wouldn't be pleasant

They set me in the middle of a room
As men circled all around
I knew this had to do with the test
And wondered at it was they found

When in walked "The Bossarooni"
And said don't worry son we're not here to mistreat cha
We're just curious as to why
You like anchovies instead of pepperoni on your pizza

I feel so sorry for these creatures
What is it they do all day
Stuck behind this wall of glass
With those blank looks on their face

Have they ever tasted sweet freedom
Or were they born inside their cage
Do they even know any better
It seems their lives are such a waste

Over the years they sure have fattened up
Put on a bit of weight
Do you think that those who feed them
Have changed their diet as of late

If I could just lift this latch
Then I could set those creatures free
But I'm not even sure these stupid animals
Realize they have the need

*Sat and said the Zoo Monkey to his friend...

Who could have known
Or ever proposed
That Kansas farm girl
Would land back in Oz

Who could have guessed
All this no less
From that moment on
Would be such a mess

All because Dorthy
Went High Royalty
Ever since those ruby reds
She's had a need for the bling

Now she likes to buy
Everything in her sight
With Munchkins for servants
Who serve her outright

Then came the day
She ran out of dough
And the Lollipop Guild
Mentioned the road

Where few have been told
And even less know
That the Yellow Brick Road
Is really made out of gold

That's the happiest she's been
Since she arrived
As the shimmer and glimmer
Cha-Chinged in her eyes

She called her three friends
Clueing  them in
The Lion, the Scarecrow
And of course the Tin Man

As a matter of fact
Tin Man bring your ax
I have just the job
For you to get down with that

That's now where we are
I am sad to report
The Yellow Brick Road
Is now nothing but dirt

But sweet Dorthy dear
Has plenty of stuff
Though she still has her eyes
On the emeralds of Oz

Countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
We have ignition
In the writing of poem after poem

How many times have I circled this galaxy
In search of new ideas
Putting a space age drain on me
Adding another one to the list

Far out ideas from far out on the edge
To the ones grounded back home
How many times have I shook the Etch A Sketch
Only to give the **** another turn

I've reach the peak of loneliness
As I stare out my portal of emptiness
A space age dream, a space age mess
And me light years away, from life no less

As the light on my fuel gauge blinks critical
I'm left with not a lot more to say
It's hard not to be anymore cynical
As the light burns out and this ship fades away

I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love

I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've studied well
That's why the first box I marked off as true
When asked if I'd give you all of myself

It asked things like would it be alright
If I held you tight the rest of your life
I marked that box all of the above
Cause isn't that what you do for love

It then asked if love was meant to last
It talked of the future in view of the past
That question was adorned in essay form
I filled up one page but could have filled two more

I started off by writing
True love only looks straight ahead
The past is past, no need looking back
And should be buried along with the dead

Which means if you dig it up enough
The only thing it does is stink
And the buried past really has
No place in loves company

Once I got through the questionnaire
I felt good about the fact
I had honestly answered all the questions there
As I handed my #2 pencil back

From the multiple choice to the true and false
Along with the final essay
I folded it up, brought it home to you my love
For the final grade

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

From the fiasco I've seen
From Trump and Hillary
They both made it look
Rather easy

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

So in another four years
When all this goes bad
The run for president
I'll throw in my hat

Cause if it can be done
By Hillary or Trump
Then it can be done
By most anyone

Sanity is eluding me
In this land of make believe
With destruction crowd surfing
As I watch it on T.V.

Begging those to build it up
For those to tear it down
Anarchy has made its home
In America

Soon there will be no need
For excuses to be made
In this land of mass confusion
In this world of miss behaves

We have cracked the golden egg
Expecting delicious yoke
But what we found instead
Was nothing but a joke

So I watch it all go down on T.V.
As officials wave it on
Sanity eluding me
Where what once was here is gone

i see you again waiting for the man
***** dollar bills crumpled in shaky hands
your veins would collapse if they weren't running sand
high risk life, low demands

unaware with a vacant stare
of your surroundings, like you even care
there's only one reason as to why your here
and it's not to admire yourself in cars passing mirrors

with the man running late the time ticks lunatic fringe
not knowing he's laying dead in some junkies den
the life style he lived finally did him in
and you with no idea soon you'll be following him

because the life of a ****** is no life at all
one step from the ledge with the needles drawl
milk blood to make sure you get it all
one last time before last call...

Could the power of poetry be used
To bring about a change in life
As it digs its way deep
Into the heart, the soul, the mind

Could it dig its way in deeper
And perhaps influence the scope of time
Could the answer to life's problems
Be found inside the rhyme

We all know what's said about music
Could the same be said about poetry
If the right words were spoken
Would it calm the savage beast

If you took it to the highest heights
And recited it from the mountain tops
Or planted it in the field of man
Would it grow the strongest crops

If they brought poetry onto the battlefield
Would it put an end to war
Or introduced in the halls of medicine
Could it bring about a cure

I just know the power that poetry
Holds over my life
And that if it were up to me
I'd use it for the good of all mankind

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

Though this world may shiver and shake
Feel the quake from its mistakes
Not knowing what it's supposed to do
Spin through space without a clue

Show up empty show up late
Where every day seems a blind date
With no idea or master plan
Filling in the best it can

Tilt either direction in mid twirl
Through it all you'll still be my girl

While most alive are shoved aside
To a place there's no place to hide
There is you and me through it all
Each other's net lest we should fall

No matter what the world pours out
In its emptiness in its daily doubt
I'll take all of you that I'm allowed
Soon enough to find that out

You are both my sickness and my cure
And through it all you'll always be my girl

I'll hold you with all I've got
Every move and every thought
Love will be strong in my stand
Giving over all I can

Where no two days are the same
In the form of early in the shape of late
With the world no longer spit and shine
And no green grass on either side

You will always be my hidden pearl
And through it all you'll always be my girl

Dear Archie,

It's best you find your bunker

The world as we know it

Has certainly gone asunder

Political correctness

Don't it make you wonder

If we should be taking names

And writing down their numbers

Oh and Archie,

Lucky now your six feet under

Out of lightenings range

And all the man made thunder

Those were the days

We could laugh like ******

At each other

Goodbye Archie bunker

In Nowhere Town
No one remembers your name
In Nowhere Town
The dead are buried in unmarked graves

If your out and about
And you don't hear a sound
You know you have found

Nowhere Town

In Nowhere Town
The children play the strangest of games
In Nowhere Town
You find things out a little to late

When troubles start to mount
Your soon to find out
What's lost can never be found

In Nowhere Town

In Nowhere Town
The wind blows cold if it even blows at all
In Nowhere Town
Children grow up as men and yet continue to crawl

If you haven't figured it out
You feel your being pulled down
Then there is not a doubt

Your in Nowhere Town

I've been a witness to your up's
And have held on through your down's
I have seen most of your come's and goes
And all your turn around's

Through all your hopes and all your dreams
And all your wanna be's
I've made the call that through it all
You're still the one for me

From the shadows of the breakdowns
To the hope a new day dawns
From the revolving sound of the in's and out's
To the silent going's on's

From the cost of doing business
To the give away that's free
Though the order's tall, I'll pay it all
You're still the one for me

I have heard you sing the high notes
And can applaud with confidence
Knowing that you are mine from day one in time
And I've been your's ever since

I dig you with golden shovel
And every ounce of you I'll keep
What you've thrown I've caught to take it all
You're still the one for me

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I reach out for the silent stillness
In slow motion it turns around
As it gently takes my hand
Without making a sound

I live deep within this void
No song touching my heart
Paralyzed by the fear of pain
Unmoving as a broken clock

A fear that hangs from the broken banister
On the stairwell of time
With nothing more to hold onto
In this climb of life

Looking up from the abyss
Those steps appear so high
Little strength left within my soul
Is it in your touch that my hope lies*

But it's a touch that leaves a numbness
There must be something that I missed
As I find myself falling further
Into the silent stillness

I am the child, I am the man
I am the lover, I am the friend
I am the palm of the lending hand
I am the point where we've already been

I am the far next door to the near
I am the calm mixed in with the fear
I am the all in all that's held dear
The very moment when all is made clear

I am the young, I am the old
I am the secret that's been left untold
I am the price of silver and gold
The heat taken from the center of cold

I am the now before its too late
I am the dawn that comes with the break
I am the last of the last give away
I am what you wish you could say

Of course I am you and of course I am me
I am the captive on the brink of being set free
I am all this as well as all these
I am all that I claim to be

Have you ever committed a sin
Again and again and again

Where it becomes a part of who you are
Scar upon scar upon scar

You started out asking forgiveness
Feeling sorry like nobody's business  

Until it knocked on your door once again
And you let it come waltzing back in

Hating the time that you give it
Wondering why you can't quit it

You battle it so many times
Is this fast forward or is it rewind

Like a comfortable recliner set up in the den
You start to relax around the same sin

Thank goodness there's no film at six
Showing the shame of this over used sin

Like a cancer that clings to the bone
A sin that won't leave you alone

Wretched man that I am
Who can save me from this over used sin

Thanks be to God, who delivers me
Through Jesus Christ who sets me free

I am...
The tunnel in the vision

I am...
The ink drying in the pen

I am...
The thought when you made your decision

I am...
The last time that you spent

I am...
The master of illusion

I am...
The hunger that you crave

I am...
The past time of delusion

I am...
The tomorrow that left yesterday

I am...
What once was but never will be

I am...
The point that has not been seen

I am...
The cost when you wish you were free

I am...
The Mystery

I don't really miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

If you don't believe me
You can come over and see me
I don't see how that could do any harm

Would you mind wearing that red dress
The one that I like best
Give me a call, I'm here all the time

I could make dinner if you like
And we could discuss it all night
Then you will clearly see that I'm not lying

When I say I don't miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

And if you still don't believe me
I'll let you kiss me then you'll see
After all what could be the harm

I hate to break this to you
But I've got some awful news
Seems our parents as we grew up
Weren't telling us the truth

Life is not the party
The older that you get
Adulthood's gonna **** ya
If it hasn't already yet

Never once was mentioned the fall out
Starting with the hair and teeth
I'm not sure they even would have told us
If they hadn't first lost their memory

Or that the ache
When you first awake
Will be the best
That you feel all day

And what the taxman doesn't take
The undertaker will
That is if you have anything left
After a lifetime of paying bills

Yes, never did they tell us
As we were quickly on our way
That we'd live every waking moment
With some sort of stabbing pain

Or that if and when we make it to the end
We'd lose all our self respect
Having strangers bathe and change us
In our state of drooling mess

I'm sure they thought it funny
Those wild old crazy coots
Keeping age a secret
And us out of the loop

Not sure I could ever forgive them
For all the lying that they did
I guess the only option is
Not to tell our kids...

All of this just so happened
With the saying of one simple phrase
"Beam me up Scotty"
Was all The Captain had said

But all that came aboard
Was Captain Kirk's toupee
Never did they see James again
After that fateful day

Now Captain Kirk's toupee
Is the one that's running the ship
Barking out its orders
From where the Captain once sat

It's little wonder the toupee and the crew
Don't see eye to eye
As it continues throughout its screaming
Can't you see I need more warp drive

With Scotty hollering back
I'm giving her all that's she's got
Thinking the whole time the Captain's toupee
Would make a good galley mop

Spock while all this is happening
Struggles to keep a straight face
Which is really hard for a Vulcan to do
When dealing with a demanding toupee

Of course like James T. Kirk
His toupee has a thing for alien gals
Which leaves the ladies throughout the galaxy
All with a bad taste and hair in their mouths

And not to mention the trouble with the Klingon's
Now they have no idea what to say
How in the world do you wage war
When your arch enemy is a bad toupee

It's little surprise this all lead to a mutiny
Of the Starship Enterprise crew
The day they grabbed the toupee
And ran to the transporter room

They all wondered what took them so long
The idea it was so blatantly simple
As they beamed away Kirk's toupee
Down to the surface of the Planet of Tribble's

You and I have been us so long
That's all I know how to do
But since you said goodbye, I'm gone
I'm having to learn something new

I'm too old to go back to school
If you must know the truth
This is the hardest thing I've ever done
Learning how to un-love you

Falling head over heals was the easy part
It's all I ever wanted to do
Love with you was a work of art
With the lines drawn out so smooth

Not sure I would have started this
In hindsight if I knew
How hard it'd be to study this
Learning how to un-love you

Whilst perusing the internet
I happened upon a shopping site that
You could order the strangest kind
Of anything you find online

Like...

Dogs that talk
Pigs that fly
Birds that burp
Fish that sigh
Cows that cackle
Giraffes that might
drive your car
if you would like
Orangutans
with manicures
Floating souls
from the underworld
Ginsu knives
that slice and dice
A circus clown
that isn't nice
Chewing gum
that once was chewed
By the infamous
Mr.Magoo
A politician
that tells the truth
that is brand new
never once been used
A mirror that's
already cracked
with only six months
bad luck left
An iPod filled with
Disco tunes
A picture of Sean Penn
shooting the moon
McDonald's fries
with the salt licked off
A brown jar filled with
Whooping cough
A frog that comes
with its own warts
A visit from Mindy
minus Mork
A kite with only
half a tail
Escargot
that's really snail
Shorts once worn
by Daisy Duke
Scores and scores
of 70's Show tunes

Just about anything you would like
I found on this one awesome site
And desperately feeling the need
I ended up ordering one of each

Me and you
And the rest of the crew
Spinning through space
On a ****** balloon

Filled to the brim
With the hot air of man
Knots and screws coming loose
Out on the fringe

Without a clue
Of who let us loose
Busting a move
On this ****** balloon

As we flip and we fly
Slide side to side
This way and that
All along for the ride

Ashes to ashes
Space dust to dust
How much is enough
Before this thing busts

If not now
I'm pretty sure soon
Putting an end to
This ****** balloon

There's a few too many years on these old bones
Where my soul calls itself at home
As the lights are dimming inside of these eyes
Pulling the shades down on this house's life

With the shingles thinning on top of my head
What used to be dark is now more gray instead
With the bottom floor being aching feet
As this foundation struggles to steady me

Not to mention the pressure on these old pipes
To keep my hearts furnace burning both day and night
Which keeps the heat at a steady flow
Little wonder my hands and feet are always so cold

With my siding sagging more than it should
I'd pay for home improvements if it'd do any good
But in the meantime I'll stay bundled inside
This old house that I call my life

We keep running in our races
But we're going nowhere brother
When will we all face it
That we need each other

Red, Yellow,  Black, and White
Inside all the same
No matter light of day or dark of night
The family of man

Play the card of ignorance
Where hatred does abound
Loss of life and innocence
Never to be found

Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Jew
What ever mold and make
I am here the same as you
All for heavens sake

I am not like you
And you are not like me
All special in our own rights
If I may speak truthfully

Gay, Straight, Trans, or Lesbian
However you play your song
We all sing the same tune of man
Why can't we get along

All the Nations have a notion
Of how to survive
If we take this any further
None will be left alive

The North, the South, the East, the West
Be it green or be it sand
We're all on this big blue ball together
All in the family of man

I think when all is done and said
I could use a nap
How many by a show of hands
Like me are down with that

I feel like I am zombiefied
One of the walking dead
Just need a simple place where I
Can lay this weary head

If I'm forced to do one more lap
In this crazy daily race
Where I take this longing nap
Will be my final resting place

How many like me do you think
By a show of hands
In all honesty do belive
They too could use a nap

This machine kills fascists
That's what it was born to do
Shared time with Woody Guthrie
As the Oklahoma cold winds blew

They played each other for the people
Moving many a poor man's soul
Riding the fine line of the times
But not enough time to grow old

Feeling the pangs of hunger
In the knowledge of right and wrong
Took what was left out of rights best
And tuned it up in song

Where this machine kills fascists
Cause that's what it was born to do
Hung out with Woody Guthrie
For a time of two

You must be willing to take the first step
In what could well be the very last time
Let go of the anger
and resentment you've kept
Setting free both your heart and your mind

No more looking back in the mirror
The reflection of what could have been
Must vanish for you
so you can see clearer
Letting the world that haunts you grow dim

It's a constant struggle to keep hope alive
Giving it all that you have left
As you try and avoid
all the struggles in life
Where so many years you've laid your head

The pain of the past invades your night
Still being the least of all your fears
Waking up to this
still won't make it right
Until you wake up to the lost years

Take the first step

when i was a young girl
i dreamed of a future
that held many wonders
for a youngster like me

i lived in the moment
but not for a moment
did i think that lonely
would be my destiny

i found middle age
to be less than expected
the day that i met it
youth ran out on me

now that i'm an old woman
much older than wanted
seems strange now don't it
that this is me

when i was a young girl
i dreamed of a future
that held many wonders
that now has me

....wondering

Welcome to the School of Gossip
Where you'll learn to ruin lives
Passing around what little you know
Not caring if it's lies

We'll teach you the art of digging deeper
How to squeeze out all the latest info
Given to you by third parties
Adding what you wish as you go

Learn to draw the listener in
Starting  conversations with
"Did you hear about" is a favorite
Or "You're  not going to believe this"

There's an advanced course in "When you make someone cry"
Playing the part of an innocent friend
Having a listening ear and a shoulder nearby
Getting juicy tid bits and adding your spin

We have the highest graduation rate
Of any school in town
Make something up about us, tell all your friends
Just make sure you pass it around

Being a girl *****! :(
I'm one big ball of emotion
Being tossed back and forth
On the waves of this female ocean

Just when I say I'm doing okay
Another tsunami comes along
Washing away the sanity I saved
Swept out to sea, it's gone

Being a girl *****! :(
All the makeup that we wear
Who are we trying to impress anyways
And do those jerks out there really care

All they do is treat me like a piece of meat
With desert on the side
Would you like some tears with that
It doesn't take much these days to make me cry

Being a girl *****! :(
With some of the things we have to wear
This over the shoulder boulder holder
Wasn't built for comfort that's for sure

And is it already that time of month again
I've about had it with these cramps
If I hear another man explain my mood to me
I swear I'm going to reach up and pull his tongue out through his...

Being a girl *****! :(
But one thing that I can say
It sure as heck beats being a guy
Where stupidity always gets in the way

Daily mounting pressures
What hides behind the eyes
You've tried your best to catch her
This crazy thing called life

While imitating art
No one saw you draw the signs
Sadly here you are
Dressed up like suicide

If you had asked permission
Would they grant the fall
Have you ever heard them listen
To your cries before

Set with tunnel vision
To the world outside
Giving out you give in
Dressed up like suicide

What was once distance thunder
Now goes off in your head
The down pour pulls you under
Held by the hand of death

A cushion for your problems
Sign on the dotted line
Smoke em if you got em
Dressed up like suicide

Old McDonald had a farm
I visited one fine day
Coerced the animals into my van
Then quickly drove away

Drove them all back to my house
To be Butlers and Maids
Now doesn't that sound much better
Than domesticated animal slaves

Feeling so good about myself
I should have done this years ago
Not realizing you can take the animal out of the farm
And that I was about to eat some crow

Cause the Cows broke more dishes than they cleaned
The Pigs were nothing but a mess
I asked the Sheep to sweep but all they did was bleat
Never understanding a single word I said

The Chickens grits were always lumpy
And they wouldn't dare fry an egg
No matter how hard it is I tried
I couldn't get breakfast through their heads

The Horse's dusting job was a disaster
Tails sweeping everything on the floor
From picture frames to books and lamp shades
Knowing I couldn't handle this anymore

I packed them all back into the van
But not to set them run wild loose
There was a certain giggling madness to my plan
As I pulled up late night to the Zoo

Let's call it a little midnight finagle  
A semi slight of hand
It wasn't like I was stealing
More like a trade or a transplant

I left behind all those worthless farm animals
Since no one was considerate enough to warn me
I'm sure the Zoo keepers will be mighty surprised
When they arrive in the morning

And find roaming in all the cages
Old McDonald's farm animals, no thank you very much
While I'm at home with the Lions mowing the lawn
And the Penguins gladly making me lunch

The Giraffes out back trimming the tall shrubs that I have
With the Rhinos washing both the cars
It's only been a day but believe me when I say
This is much better by far

I think here a valuable lesson was learned
Far be it for me to do name dropping
But if your ever out and about needing help at the house
Do yourself a favor and start off with Zoo shopping

I'm a victim of illusion
Your slight of hand no man can see
Leaves me in a state of confusion
As you remove the heart in me

I'm a victim of your magic
Power over life or death
One word from you, what that word would do
Leaves me with little if nothing else

Your an act no man can follow
And still I stand in line
With the aching wish that I would be your pick
Your illusion forever, with you forever mine

I'm no Pinocchio
Or Jonah don't you know
Stuck in the belly of this whale

How I ended up in here
Has never been made clear
Though it's clear I am by myself

Was I walking along the shore
Or a man overboard
No matter how I ended in the drink

The very next thing I know
I'm swallowed alive whole
Now this fish's belly is my brink

With its bones as prison bars
There's no doubt just where you are
No way out of this rib cage

How can a man find comfort here
Year after year after washed out year
All I do each day is plan my escape

I keep the plan inside my mind
With nothing here or where to write
Waiting for the opportunity

That this fish eats something wrong
Where a case of heartburn comes along
Setting this seasick sailor free

I whisper subliminal
Messages into his blowhole
Guiding him to the Mediterranean Sea

And to the tune of that tiny fish
The seas saltiest of salty dish
Pizza Pies friend the anchovy

While ******* tons of them in
Indigestion starts rolling in
Hanging Ten I surf the wave of burp

Landing on my two feet
To miles and miles of lovely beach
Of the Mediterraneans turf

And that my friend is where I still am
A life of tanning pasty skin
Paroled from my prison cell

Sure as how I now live
I'll never go back there again
That being the belly of the whale