One day my young niece was showing me some photos of herself and her friends on her phone She had loads and loads of these photos I was thinking to myself I don't think anyone's taken a photo of me in forty years, Then I thought what'd happen if I got famous and someone wanted to write my biography (would be a short book) And they'd say Give us some of your old photos to stick in the Book And of course, I'd have a problem, I'd have no photos to give them, Then I remembered there was this Novelty Joke shop in town They had a great collection of all these different kinds of wigs I thought maybe I could buy a few wigs then stage a few photos Pretend they were from earlier days, Yea, I could get an Elvis wig with the sideburns, I could say that was my Rockabilly stage Then I could get a big Long Hair wig and say That was my Hard Rock phase, I could get a Mohican wig and say Well that was what I looked like when I was a Punk Rocker And Hey! Maybe I could get one of those lovely big blonde Dolly Parton type wigs I could say "Well that Summer I was listening to a lot of Country music".
A bit of fun for St Patrick's Day. Have a Great One. Cheers!
Just want to let everyone know that I have a book filled with all except one of the poems on here. The Book is called Patient 139, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) And Other Poems and you can get it as either an ebook or a paperback on amazon.com or at the link https://www.amazon.com/Patient-Okay-Promise-Other-Poems/dp/B0B14GS6PV/ref=tmmpapswatch0?encoding=UTF8&qid=1655527690&sr=8-1
And sometimes it comes my way and I smile, I feel, I shake You showed me your own kind of fairy tale But I am a punk and I ripped it to death The Sun did; I just allowed him to do his sacred deed
This is life, you know So different from what you've been taught. It is the best, and sometimes the worse. Full of ecstasy and pain, and ups, and downs. A ride to not forget, for sure. Prettier than right, righter than law. Law written by tyrannic mores!
This is life, not what you were told so try your best, forget about the rest drown in it, till you're whole most of all, have a ball
Passing stream of neon light A multi colored dream. Techno night An energy fight. All I see is beams. Underground Ravers, dance Blitzed on LSD. To escape robotic wits, through transcendental hits, is trading true life for a dream. Flashing signs Outshine the sky But stars sparkle bright in high minded eyes. Disco boogeymen twinkle the streets And Metropolis glistens. There's music in the background From a small electronic boutique Between a novelty store, and a smoke shop That house a strange and rare mystique.
On a city night, I'm looking across a busy street, and I feel the most powerful of feelings. In awe, all around, I see the fantasies of generations before us. The future itself, as it slowly descends.