Please;  not the smoothies
Green slime in a glass is a real duzy
Gaging that down is really cruelzy
To recover, I'd have to jump into a jacuzzi
To get away from them, I'd fly all the way to Timbuktoozy
Smoothies should be reserved for ""beggars who can't be choosy""
Green slime smoothies look way too *****
Drink too much and you will be all woozy
Whoever invented this, is a real loonzie
Drink too much; the end of the day, you'll be real snoozie
If I had my choice, I'd rather eat sushi
The inventor should be put out of their misery with an Ozzie
Scrambled Eggs and flapjacks I choosy
Put the slime in front of my face, I say
"" Excuse Me ??""
The act of drinking this is quite Taboosy
The kids say,  ""monster energy drink is what I'm going to fill me""

A man name James
He's in the man cave van cave
Rollin down the pave
The road you gotta crave; gotta be brave
Gotta be an auto slave

Your in competition
with the FedEx & UPS truck
Don't press your Peterbilt & Freightliner luck
You'll get JB Hunt struck
Out here, it's International Harvester conduct
It's Western Star run amok

Drivers like Chuck and Huck
Just trying to make a buck
They are chewing tobacco muck;
you say yuck
Get behind them and you'll get stuck

It's the truck stop ecosystem
It's the gasoline kingdom
Pull in N stop your piston
Look at the big *** sign
Order your shower online

Your a Chevron Extra Mile soft drink victim
Love's has your day old chicken
The Pilot Stop junk food addiction
Your an Arco AM PM Christian
Your in Petco Stop prison
Country music over the loud speaker system
All of this to order
Old man sells fajitas on the corner

The Taco Bell & Subway stand
The McDonalds & Starbucks plan
The KFC and Cinnabon clan
Every stop the same MF zoo
Same dove bird voices the same ""coo""

Birds N homeless compete for leftover scraps
To find your way out, you need an online map
Time to get back
Listen to more of the freeway rap

Spring has sprung; the seasons are transferring
From cold to warm that people are preferring

The bright sunlight is comforting and healing
A new season is beginning and people are smiling

A brand new young couple; refreshing and appealing
Sitting on a park bench; they're kissing and co-mingling

Look at the fine young lady; she's looking like a queen
Her dancing and prancing has him on a string

Look at the fine young gentleman; he's looking like a king
In a few months time, he will offer her the ring

In the backyards of houses
Barbeques are roasting; people are toasting; to the daffodils that are blooming

The sunlight is drenching; the pond water is sparkling
An old couple at the park are strolling and meandering

At the pond waters edge, they stop at her urging
She takes him by the hand to stop his fidgeting

They embrace each other close; meshing with feeling
Oblivious to an audience who is cheering and applauding

At the park bandstand, the band starts to sing
""It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing ""

People are dancing, laughing, and churning
Those who are hurting and still soul searching

Find them inspiring, accepting, and reassuring
Now they took are dancing, rejoicing, and heart mending

There is no time for whining with winter time waning
The season is changing; mother nature is proclaiming

In the palms of our hands are the hot dogs we're munching
Restaurant patrons are eating and drinking

The birds they are soaring; the ducks they are swimming
The brand new mother in the park; she is nursing

The skateboarders and rollerskaters; they are coming and going
The colors of the trees and flowers; they are captivating

A beautiful girl in the park is walking
The boys are girl watching; the old man is winking

The joggers are jogging; the chalk artists are scribbling
Everything spring offers is all eye catching

For too long, my winter mindset has been day dreaming
Soon I will get out and I will be engaging

Springtime until it will be time for rearranging
To summertime heat when I will be crave....

Air conditioning.......

On a nice sunny weekend day we all step outside; throw a Frisbee; a football, or take a bicycle ride

Weekdays we work hard; we have our jobs to do. Then come home and take a load off when the day is through

Here we are trying to do the very best we can. The effort and the struggle to keep our lives on track; but are we constantly taking three steps forward on a treadmill moving five steps back ?

It does seem like we're all going down the hatch. A conundrum of a world for our heads to scratch. Maybe it's time to go play catch.
""I know!!""
Let's get our mitts for a nice little game of catch

I want it to be like my childhood filled with fun and laughter; the way it should.
But I don't wish to be misunderstood
I know that the news is not all good

There are dark black clouds coming from the horizon and settling over our happiness tall sailing ship.
We did not see them, but they were brewing on the other side of that sunny day tea that we sipped

Please I'm just the messenger; it is not my intention to scare. But you see ? I only thought it is my duty to make you all aware

There are homeless tents that are out of order; immigrants find themselves on the border
Hometown people of places who have their pride; invaded by people who have their priorities

Terrorists capable of still more tragedies; forced labor in China for our lithium batteries. Dying trees right outside my door; this is just not my world anymore.
Is it wrong for me to want it to be the way things were before?

Ukrainian war atrocities are very numbing
Electric cars; I can't here them coming

Gerrimandering and product shrinkflation
School shooting desensitization; covid vaccine makers are very clever; plastic bottles now more than ever

Aging congressmen think too slow; cell phone big brother follows me everywhere I go; sometimes I feel like yelling, ""look out below!!""
But does my worrying need to slow?
Calmness for me to undergo?

Elementary school shooting drills today; class interrupted for fire drills in my day; national polarization that's here to stay; if we only had someone to tell us, "it's going to be okay"

You overdose on digital fentanyl; your addicted to streaming
Looking from the outside it seems your daydreaming
Looking from the outside it seems that your scheming

Misinformation mythology perpetrated by Frankenstein technology; the false narratives are driving you out of your gord; you need to pay attention to the misinformation scoreboard
For way too long, you have enjoyed your false reward; somehow your sanity needs to be restored

Profit guiding everything; the song that FOX, ESPN, and Amazon sing
Lose a little; the stock price goes down; no interest in planning for a sensible rebound

Pizza palace; burger kingdom; Starbucks prices getting higher
Corporations uninvited with their ever widening roads of empire

Those who dropped the moral compass are at the gates to lift the latch
Let us bathe ourselves and go back to that park for another game of catch

Boulders on the sidewalk to keep the homeless away; horn honking drivers blow another fuse; online trollers won't leave me alone; gum stuck on the bottom of my shoes

Pharmaceutical drug companies with a license to steal; five star high school kid with a million dollar NIL deal; misinformation, green washing, brainwashing galore; this just truly doesn't seem to be my world anymore

We vote for a candidate we entrust; until they break the public trust; our rage and disgust; we all need to readjust; to yet another newspaper that bites the dust

Drug smuggling operations in Cartagena; another government official is under subpoena; sports announcers calling the game from the office and not the arena

We need to get outside more often and take in the fresh breeze;
is it too hard for us to go ahead and just say please?

I walk down the sidewalk; hair combed and I'm clean shaven; in a world of drug dealing exploitation; I wear untorn clothing just like my generation
The relieved looks on people's faces confident in their assertion.
It's as if they are saying, ""I'm just so happy to see a normal person""

People's longing to escape and retreat from a wasteland of a world that's practically at their feet
We need our four walls of escape from reality's torment; our house; our apartment; or even a homeless tent

The world is too fast; I can't keep up with the changes. I don't want anymore of these social rearranges. This dance floor is too crowded; I feel like I'm surrounded; by the ineptitude and atrocities that mankind has compounded

Space garbage wasteland from Earth's current occupants; more mass shootings and classified documents
I just want to be sent back to that park by dispatch; to someone waiting for a nice little game of catch

Used cars and broken down furniture we abandon; right wingers still say, ""let's go Brandon""
Catching hell from the Mexican cartel....
Immigrants?.... they're still at the border; does that ring a bell?

This crumbling house of cards of ours we need to discuss; for the love of God.....
""Please Somebody Stop Us !!""

Finally......

Mother nature is waiting on the sidelines by the grip of our machines that drove her....
I stare at a majestic snowcap mountain on a clear day and anyone who knows her....

Knows......

It's as if she is saying as soon as human beings have expired, we are moving back in and taking over

Mother nature is biding her time for the day she finally served mankind.......

Their notice of foreclosure