I know a man who does forget
sometimes its just to feed his pet
or pay for some outstanding debt
The worst of it is as of yet

To start with, he is always late
forgets to call, though one awaits
sometimes he'd even miss the date
his little problems now are great

What time is it? What day's today?
some things this man would always say
He had a watch. It went away.
He lost so many things that way.

And now we cut to future life
forgetfulness has caused great strife
He lost his kids. They're with his wife.
He'd **** himself. Can't find a knife.

He's out of work. He's lost his job.
Can't find his gun or one to rob.
Forgets to bathe? This man's a slob.
And what's my name? It's Bill, no Bob.

So, what's the moral? Can't you see?
As you forget you cease to be.
So, use your head. I now agree.
For you see, this man, he once was me.

A period made a point one day
of the many roles which he could play
an I's dot, a question's mark
or the final point which ends remarks

No other letter, mark or key
is as versatile as me
and if that be proof, then I'm the best
for I see no challenge from the rest

But, there came a character to reckon
yet the period did all but beckon.
And from the bottom of the page
the fearless comma took the stage

As the period did step a side
the comma played its roles with pride

A quotaion's mark, a contraction's dash
and still at times, a colon's slash
plus the ever useful sentence pause
oh yes, my friends, I have great cause

But, I will not make an awesome claim
to say I'm great, yet you are lame
For, my greatest role is in the midst
when i'm no better than those i'm with

The period did not reply
just turned around and gave a sigh
No other character did arise
the comma's words had made them wise
For, its united when we do our best
when no one is better than the rest.

From my window
I see Fido going up to scent the plug
first a sniff, then a dance
*****-the-leg and gives a glance
and then he gives the grand command
to tell to all this is his land

From my window
I see you go, working on your house next door
first you paint, then you trim
and to make your house more genuine
a pink flamingo, proudly shown,
will tell to all this is your home.

From my window
I see clearly, man and beast, we are the same
one may bark, one may think
but both are ruled by their instinct
one may plead, and one may beg
but both by rule must ****-the-leg.

Take me to the gallows
and do what you must do
I understand you're not the man
who said my life was through

A midnight hood does hide your face
but your eyes, they prove you real
and when i look inside at them
I see the pain you feel

Your hand will tie the knot
Your hand will pull the switch
Your hand will drag me down
to where you dug the ditch

But, hangman, I forgive you
for at least you play no game
You wear your mask, and do your job
but to you, I'm just a name.

It comes like a freight
on a runaway track
and it just keeps on coming
I can't hold it back

At least five hundred cars
plus engine, caboose
Could you imagine the horror
if just one should break loose?

Who knows where its going
it won't stop until
the freight is delivered
and the order is filled

And I just a captain
and into my wine.
I'm afraid to get off
this express of the mind.

This rose is for my baby
'cause I want her to know
that every day I spend with her
I never want to go

And every word I say to her,
Every word is true
and to hold her till the end of time
is all I want to do

I've felt the sun
I've felt the rain
I've felt your love
I've felt your pain
I've felt your smile
I've felt your tears
and this I've learned
throughout my fears
I don't lose hope
because it rains
For when the tears are gone
the love remains