SELFISHNESS-SNEEZES
I still say abortion is totally wrong
So I will persist in that honest song
It’s up to folks to deter abomination
     & to learn some consideration
A child doesn’t ASK to be born
All births count & have the right
     to sing songs
How self-centered to think or
     to believe the opposite of that
Ever hear two wrongs don’t
     make it right? Guess not!
Since we’ve let selfishness get in
     the way & ignorance to sneeze
     the day.  — Ray Laccetti

****-RETENTIVE
(Pea-Brains & *****-Matters)
There’s obvious precautions
For a ditsy-twerk’s ‘bottoming’  
Cleanliness is the foremost-thing
Fore & aft, as a sailor might put-it
Don’t put that ****** away, just yet
When the Fleets in & the play’s the
thing, be smart & cautionary & clean
May end-up with a nasty sphincter
Where anyone would rather-not like
to sit upon, either, ever, & never
An oz. of precaution is worth a lb.
of cure & the cure might-be a worst
disaster than ever it’s antidote
— Ray Laccetti

MY LEARNED-FRIEND
Many colors in the stars; a beautiful
canvas it makes. Created by the ultimate
artist, whom I strive to duplicate.
An artist in my own right, I often speak
with him. Gathered-all I could from him,
my learned-friend from afar. I could never
devise without him, my route from start
to finish. I haven’t a clue as to why if my
head & heart weren’t in it. I’ll make no
foolish-attempts to square-this, it would
all be in vain. Don’t ask more about it. I’ll
never know for sure. Except to say, he
might love me somewhat, for reasons I
couldn’t supply. Might as well try to
decipher his star-scapes, how he did
them, & why. — Ray Laccetti

SONG OF THE LOON
Night must fall; who can
forestall it. Like the ocean’s
waves the tide ushers-in.
Only to roll-back again,
into a sea of darkness, deep,
endless & mysterious.
Try not to remember dreams;
nor the very-stuff of
unwanted themes.
The dawn will return
too soon, at the expense
of the song of the loon &
it’s nightly tremolo,
wails & croons. So, close your
eyes & forget your troubles
this very night. Listen to the
sounds of the night; maybe
the call of a loon, the sound
of nightly-wind & peace
you’ll find within.
— Ray Laccetti

KEYS OF THE KINGDOM
What are we supposed to learn
When our loved-ones become a memory
I only learned heartache, tears & misery
All the pain life likes to inflict & never
skips-a-beat;  but generously doles-out
to all of us, it’s miscreants
I’ve passed-over believing many things
I used to think were so
Since that only only made matters worse
& regrets to fester & grow
For death ends everything & throws away
it’s keys
We’ll never learn to accept this fact, &
it’s hard for us to agree; but that’s the
reality, Kind-Sir, sad as that maybe
— Ray Laccetti

?
I don’t think so…
but I don’t think… so?
Who thinks… or ever did?
If it ain’t broke, why fix it?
You can’t make an omelette
without breaking an egg.
Five will get you ten if you
know how to work it.
But no ‘ticky no shirty’ is
the theme-song for today.
— Ray Laccetti

“Virtue is it’s own reward.”
Ever hear that one? But I dunno ‘bout
      that & neither anyone else does.
Romember to question everything.
Do it a few times over.
But first learn how to ask a question
      & be sure that you are sober.
It was never easy to get at the truth,
      since folks are such big-time liars.
We do know two things clear enough, how
      to lie & how to ***** someone over.
One doesn’t preclude the other, either,
      folks are no ‘first-time-flyers.’
Ignorance isn’t bliss but just another
      excuse to coast-along in our naïveté &
      blame-game all our others.

— Ray Laccetti