We are the ones, the now generation
The very ones they keep talking about
We are the few without a clue
The face in the crowd without a doubt

We are the social to the unconscious
We are the ones that sleep suicidal dreams
We are the few who out there among us
Have seen life roll around but don't know what it means

We are the line of the consumer
Set out to buy the latest thing
Not sure what we want so they must tell us
Letting us in on what we all need

We are the hope of the next generation
Taking ten fold beyond previously
Perhaps the end that's in the making
Not really sure what to believe

Except that we are the ones

One day both the hands

Decided to make a stand

Inviting both the feet

To where they all could meet

Down in the city park

To enjoy a pleasant walk

The feet both spoke out loud

We'll have to ask the mouth

He handles all of our affairs

From travel plans, to pedicures

From East to West, North to South

Here and there and there about

Gives everything we need

Through the chatter of his teeth

The ears they heard a roaring sound

And asked the eyes to look around

Of course it was the mouth

Telling them all to settle down

Who is it that gave the mouth control

Something that we may never know

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and our toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be
There's now a community pool in it's place

So come and join us on this holiday
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...

Sitting in the basement
Two friends were fairly wasted
With an idea, both of them could taste it
So they decided they would make it

They tried to pull up the internet
With a computer not even turned on yet
So they smoked another doobie and
Came up with a master plan

When the internet finally did come on
They Googled how to make an "H" bomb
They giggled like silly teenage girls
Cause the knew they'd be rulers of their world

They wish they'd studied more in school
This "H" bomb language wasn't written for simple fools
So they called up someone smart they knew
They called Bob

Well Bob was just right down the street
Always there to help a friend in need
Even came with his own bag of ****
Bob is a good friend indeed

After an hour or so they tried to explain
What they needed from good ole what's his name
But couldn't remember why it was he even came
I guess **** just made the world a safer place

To battle off intruders
I hired a dog named Goober
He came to me packing heat
I think it is a Luger

He's not a German Shepard
Though his collar and holster are made of leather
He graduated Obedience School
Proudly wearing his Letter Sweater

I pay him in dog biscuits
Which cuts down on doing dishes
As we toss ideas around
When problems arise Goober licks it

He came with papers so all could see
Showing he is the best of breed
Also to lay out on the floor
In case Goober feels the need

Goober has been a great asset
All the intruders around here left
In case you feel the need to ask
...Just don't ask the cat

One thing I hear
That is perfectly clear
You can never get away from the noise

Whether it be
The inside drone of the T.V.
Or outside traffic there is no choice

Wherever you go
In the daily flow
You never escape the sound

From cars right and the left
To planes overhead
There is always noise around

As your heart skips a beat
In the vibrating seat
From the bass of the car next to you

Can't clutch your ears and your chest
As you have only two hands
So you just sit there and suffer through

You would love to escape
But know of no place
Where silence could be enjoyed

As you trudge along
To the bang of the gong
With the never ending noise

Don't ask me where or why this is so

It's just been that way since the day I was born

Somewhere back when the sour mash flowed

But we won't let it lie till we get what we're owed

Cause something ain't right and that's all I know


What we are owed comes with a poisonous bite

For those lawless law men hiding behind badges of lies

The way that they deal from the devils right side

It's tooth for a tooth with an eye for an eye

There's no other way to bring it to light


They've done nothing but wrong since they come along

With the busting of Stills in the morals they've strung

But in the Tennessee hills it's the way that we live

Where we give what they take and we take what they give

We've had more than enough of all of their...


Not sure why or when they considered it sin

What's been passed all these years down from kin to kin

They don't seem to like us and we like them even less

So I'll tell you now boys stay on your side of the fence

That's where we're at today and have been ever since


Trouble they'll get if that's what they've come looking for

We've had more than enough and won't take anymore

The one who will win has the strongest of wills

Out in the back wood with our Tennessee Still

Yes out in the back wood with our Tennessee Still

They met where the climate was warmer
In a time when the days held true
Where what was said was said with special meaning
When it was they met, that's when they knew

They knew they were meant for each other
For both of them that day finally came
They Wed on a mountain side in a field of flowers
Where she said yes dear, I'll take your name

It was love that held these two together
It was love that kept them so closely bound
To this moment in time they knew would last forever
Since what they were looking for they both had found

This much love they needed to share with a family
They just knew that the timing was right
A baby was born to them they named her Rebecca
A joy that filled up both of their lives

Rebecca grew into a fine stately woman
Met a man who moved her to the North
Left behind her Mother and Father
But took with her their love of course

She's adapted to her surrounds
Braving each and every winter storm
Remembering the warmth of youth that held her
In the comfort of her home

Rebecca became a purveyor of life's scenery
It's pure beauty sometimes makes Rebecca cry
As she puts it softly from her pen to paper
Because Rebecca is a poet of life

She's the rhythm to the reason
The good idea that bites
The joy in every season
The will inside the might

The punctuation mark that takes the heart
And won't leave it alone
She is every poem that I have ever known

She's the newness to the beginning
The turned up edge of every grin
The sound that's in the laughter
Springs fragrance on the wind

The kindness that helps to bind us
Heart to heart and soul to soul
She is every poem that I have ever known

She's the hope that's found in happiness
The footnote at the end
The idea that can't get by on less
The ear that's here to lend

The inkling in the keeping
That drives it all back home
She is every poem that I have ever known

Will you do me a favor
There's a circus coming to town
Can you make sure that the way is clear
Of any minds that are sound

As they parade main street U.S.A.
They'll be passing out crazy ideas
Those they'll hand out to the adults
Cotton candy for all of the kids

There's even Democratic magicians
Who specialize in the slight of hand
You can watch but don't overly listen
To the blather mixed with demands

Doesn't much matter the party
Pretty much one and the same
Democrat or Republican
Same worn out clowns with different names

Hoping it takes at least 8 years
Before we're fed up with all of the lies
Then we'll put who they tell us back in
More of the same in a cheaper disguise

Oh, and the main attraction
Center ring of the double minded congressional clowns
Well have to add more rings to this circus
3 won't do this time around

And per our favorite Ring Master
Get ready for the greatest of shows
The best is yet or pure disaster
Only time and the Good Lord knows

You've heard tell the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions
I've been on that crew and so have you
Do I even need to mention

I've held the measuring tape as you paved the way
The blacktop hot with sorrow
As we looked away in our Ray-Ban shades
Saying we'll worry about that tomorrow

Mile after mile pouring doubt
Onto the hardened surface
With our best guess, thinking we've got this
Life down pat with purpose

Not realizing that what our pavement lacks
Is a heart that truly listens
One reason we can't help that the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions

To tell the truth when I look at you
Before I even know, what you've been through
One of the first things I do
...don't you know

Is to find the perfect spot
With just the righteous amount of rocks
And give it all I have got
...don't you know

Don't even think to look at me
Not a single word do I heed
No insightful instructions do I need
...when throwing stones

Far and wide justice is blind
Well to tell the truth, so am I
When my own sin I deny
...don't you know

In judgement I stand tall
Keep it simple and that's not all
In my own righteousness I applaud
...don't you know

It doesn't take a giant leap
Or intelligence all that deep
To see where the problem lies is me
...when throwing stones

Uh...are you talking to me?
Can't you see I'm busy licking myself
I hope you're calling cause dinner is waiting
You know I can't be bothered for anything else

What's the broken glass all over the kitchen?
It was that dog of yours in the middle of night
I told you he'd be nothing but trouble
No one ever listens to me though I'm always right

Yawn...is that toy supposed to entice me?
Hey stupid your only entertaining yourself
I'm now ripping through the yellow pages
The voice you use when you talk to me, I'm concerned for your mental health

The funky smell that's coming from out of your bedroom?
That's a special surprise from me
I left under your covers while you were working
On which tonight you can warm your feet

From the moment that
We both laid eyes
We forever knew
It'd be you and I
Where love's taken us
In its whirlwind
We will always land
Hand in hand

There are no words
We need to say
As they would only
Get in our way
What we both have
We fully understand
As we walk this life
Hand in hand

Where if we stumble
Or one should fall
The other is here
To hold tightly on
In the sifting through
Times grains of sand
Always me and you
Hand in hand

When the years fly by
And we're at that age
With the final chapter
On the last page
Both nodding knowingly
That we understand
Going out the way we came in
Hand in hand

She's as long and leggy
as the tallest Georgia pine
Goes right away straight to your head
like Elderberry wine

That sweet Georgia peach
Filling every Southern need

With a draw as smooth
as the cool Smokey Mountain dew
Lighting up the night sky
like Lightning bugs in June

Knows how to treat her man so well
That sweet Southern Belle

Like the waves of Saint Simons Island
Kissing the Georgia the shore
Keeps you coming back for more of that
Hard for any man to ignore

Settle for nothing less
Than a girl that's G.R.I.T.S.
(Girl Raised In The South)

American kids
Drive Japanese cars
With loud cranking music
30 Seconds to Mars

Wear Italian designer
Hipster blue jeans
All apart of
The American scene

With the sporting of tats
Bring on the change
Imagine that
They now all look the same

American kids
Frequent Sushi bars
With piped in top forty
From English pop stars

Spending minimum wage
On German beer
Names they can't pronounce
Cause they're not from here

Try as they might
Can't point on the map
Where they have been
Nor where they are at

American kids
You can't understand
Because they are
American kids

I hear you laugh in different languages
Which has me guessing what that's about
From the high pitched cackling of the French
To the Italian baritone laugh out loud

Your German snickering has people wondering
What you have going on the side
And that burst of British laugh all by itself
No other country could deny

Of course there's that high pitched scream
As you guffaw in the Middle East
Where the situations not all that funny
But if you didn't laugh you'd cry to say the least

And America's snort's, teehee's, and hee-haws
Travel North, South, East, and West
There's not a time that you can't find
This country giggless

As laughter makes the dull Earth sunny
In all these different languages
From one side of the globe to another
We can see above all the rest, laughter is best

Never been much of an eavesdropper
Others conversations I let them slide
But the one these ladies were talking
I couldn't let pass me by

Not like they weren't loud at the table they found
Where next to me they decided to sit
They didn't look much in need of anything free
But who doesn't like to share in their wit

As they continued to talk bystanders or not
The way some women do
I leaned in their way a little closer that day
As they subliminally were throwing me clues

That's when one of the three afforded me the opportunity
In saying she used to be a 34D
Leaning back in my chair from her major death stare
As I said what are you now...a 34 knee?

My body is way beyond bent out of shape
After years and years of abuse
That I might just have time to make my own wake
If I don't soon enough figure out what to do

I've tried this and that, all the fads to be had
The hidden secrets to the fat burn
I've climbed mountain sides, talked with gurus passing by
And still I've yet to learn

I'm setting all the wrong free as skinny keeps eluding me
It's a master on the fly
If only one time it would just find to light
Right around my inner thighs

I'm now thinking my fate is more Shake 'n Bake
Than that of long and lean
Any ideas please feel free to call me
On my direct line down at Krispy Kreme

I live in the town of Mightabeen
If you look real hard you shoulda seen
Those that woulda coulda if they'd only tried
In the town of Mightabeen on any given night

We meet in the square every Saturday
To discuss the things that we wanna say
But what we wanna say sometimes gets in the way
So we're there till late every Saturday

Right next door is the town of Neverwill
Where they never did and haven't still
If they ever do and they do it well
They'd go back home and never tell

If you find yourself driving by
You're more than welcome to visit anytime
Hoping a good time is what you'll find
But if you don't, well...nevermind

Thirteen steps up the gallows
The first step I think of loved ones at home
All the fond memories they hold for me
As I take the second step alone

Third step I have a guard wipe
A lonely teardrop from my eye
It's not for myself I cry
But for those I leave behind

Four, five, and six I gain composer
Step number seven I lose it all
I wish I had learned from my past mistakes
How far and fast a man can fall

Step number eight is where I call out
In a barely audible voice
I hope those that are listening will listen to reason
Learn from me and don't make this choice

Steps nine and ten I break down again
As guards grab me from both sides
Helping me up step eleven
At twelve I say I'm alright

When I do step onto thirteen
I take it all in stride
Stepping up onto the platform
Leaving number thirteen behind

Now all that stands between me and my destiny
Are the thirteen knots on the hangman's noose
No need to count, I know that they're there
I only count what I'm about to lose

I just bought a brand new car
Stuffed the world into the front
Took it out for a ride
Across the universe

Stopped off at the Milky Way
Where it is that we did lunch
With the picnic basket that I had
Packed into the trunk

That made the world feel better
Who doesn't love a Sunday drive
With the windows all rolled down
The world and I enjoying life

When the night fell to dusk
We turned around and headed home
Promising we'd stay in touch
If not in person then via the phone

I just puked another poem today
There was a queasiness so my brain felt the need
To up chuck all of its contents
All over you fine peoples feet

It was a colorful array of symbolism
That I hurled across the room
It must have been something I'd seen or read
That made me ***** this poem out for you

Don't worry I'll personally clean up the mess
Before anymore of this I let loose
But this close to a sick poet you should have guessed
That eventually my works would splatter on you

First thing I do is check the date
Good thru two thousand eighty five
Haven't had a can this fresh
Since Calvin Coolidge was alive

You can call it quirkiness
Each time I give the top a thump
Best way to tell if it's perfectly jelled
To the consistency that I love

If you know what I'm taking about
Well right you are and yes I am
That delectable treat of mystery meat
Known around the world as A Can Of Spam

Spam only comes in one savory flavor
King of canned meat there is only one
You remember long after your dining pleasure
By the amount of film left on your tongue

Do as I do and save the lid
A smart move you would be making
Comes in handy after dining
To help along with the tongue scraping

With years of mind numbing digging
Persistence pays off with time
I would almost call it a living
This life long search for the treasure of rhyme

Harder to track than the abominable snowman
Slippery than that monster in Loch Ness
More cunning than Jack the Ripper trailing a stripper
Is the hidden rhymes elusiveness

I've been from one end of the lobe to the other
In the deep dark recesses of the mind
Hoping to finally discover
Where it has hidden the pockets of rhyme

When I discover it I'll come back victorious
I will then share with poetry my find
The words that I use will be various
As I open to all the treasure of rhyme

This is a really good poem you will find
Having the perfect number of lines
That's not too deep where as you'll over think
Or one that's too vague that will put you to sleep

A really good poem I've written this time
Knows what it is doing when it comes to the rhyme
With just enough hidden to have you wanting more
Loaded with action so you'll never be bored

This really good poem is a lot like fine dining
A seven course meal laid out in its rhyming
Holding you captive from beginning to end
Making you wonder how without it you ever could live

With this really good poem you can see I'm not lying
As you read over it once getting ready for twice
Being impressed with its rhythm and flow
This is a really good poem just so you know

I woke up this morning in a Bob Dylan song
Wasn't quite sure of where I was
All along the watch tower or somewhere there about
I'm kind of wondering at the cause

I watched as William Zanzinger beat down Hattie Carroll
Knew something about this must be done
It's hard for your feet to catch traction when they're not on the ground
Floating inside of a Dylan song

I must have looked both dazed and confused
With a case of the Subterranean Homesick Blues
But I figure I'm going to change my way of thinking
As I hold out for Winterlude

That night I hooked up with the Jack of Hearts
With Lilly and Rosemary both by his side
Must have had something up his sleeve for certain
Cause all he did was stand in the corner and smile

The big girl now standing next to me said
Your going to make me lonesome when you leave this song
At that she cried buckets of rain
In the shelter of the storm

And all of this happened this morning
When I woke up in a Bob Dylan song

a therapy circle
of disturbed mimes
sit around and talk about
their silent lives

does this really come
as a surprise
a few hold up signs
that say i am crying

they all meet together
every other thursday night
stepping out of their boxes
hanging it all out to dry

they always feel better
about their lives
as they go back home
to their husbands and wives

after every session
they pull out umbrellas and fly
waving goodbye
this therapy circle
of disturbed mimes

We all have high hopes
As we step on the wagon
With the band playing
Grab the tail of the dragon

Not really knowing
What we are needing
Where we are going
When we are leaving

Just when we get there, hoping
Not everything's broken

Tripping the light
Of the fandango
What's the big fuss
Why can't we let go

Paying the fair
On what should be free
Instead mostly  care
You about you and me about me

This far into game I was hoping
Everything wasn't broken

Used to we'd all
Come up to the line
The same one we've learned
To step over in time

No matter which side
We all take a beating
With nowhere to hide
In our time of grieving

Either direction, coming or going
Seems these days, everything's broken

I woke up in a movie
Just when the credits rolled
It might have been a romance
But I have no way of knowing

I couldn't help but think of you and me
And how we are like a movie
How we sometimes sleep through it
This romantic comedy

Maybe when it's over
We'll give each other credit
For all the things that we did right
And all the things we didn't

How we made it through to the bitter end
Of the laughter and tears that we played in
Major stars in our own right
In the way that we both lived

I woke up in a movie
Just when the credits rolled
It might have been a romance
But I have no way of knowing