It was me, I killed the Butler
and what you've heard is true.
But before I am condemned
Let me explain to you...

The milkman killed the ferrel cat,
set a trap and let it starve
So now no longer there will be
sick kittens in his yard.

The schoolboys killed the milkman
Maybe it was some sad trick
Maybe it was just an accident
I'll let you take your pick.

The Butler killed the schoolboys
I won't pretend that I know why
He shot them each in the chest
then fired his gun into the sky.

And yes, I killed the Butler
I didn't even know his name
He snuck up upon me
and now I'm the one they blame.

Call me weird or twisted
but I like myself some nasty *******
toss them around like im cleaning dishes
they are all easy fishes in a barrel
I roll em around till they call me collin ferrel
im a skinny lil *******
I can hog tie a girl without a lasso
firemans carry into my den
Where i treat em like a rooster to a hen.
spank there *** and say that was fun
do it again?

Hope, at times for them
Is a once-great passenger ship
Breeched and sinking fast

This vessel is one that sees the Mississippi,
Floats on it for a brief period
But has no idea that it's being dominated
By the mighty, muddy beast

In these instances responsibility
Becomes government reports that are long,
Arduous and too thick to be stapled

"Many people will die." they say,
"200,000 people will be displaced."
This incites the mantra,
Home is where the water is not

The ship that was a home is made of steel
Neither black nor white
Its grey, so grey that it is without true color
It finds itself trapped in the womb of the dense, delta mud

The people;
The brave, the bold, the idiots, waiting for their ship to come
Sit on top of their roofs,
Now islands where they can soak up Indian Summer Sun
For the abandoned, perseverance is a suntan

"THE WATER IS RISING PLEAS…"

Words spray-painted white on black shingles
The rescuers, government, American people
Are suddenly illiterate

Federal law states:
Energy (money) cannot be created
Nor destroyed
But the ship is gone,
The people are in watery graves
The City is a large crescent with greedy bites taken out of it

6 years later the laws of the universe are disbanded
Ferrel dogs rule the day
And love is never having to say you care

What of love?
A longing tear
of a moment which passed
lacking understanding
and all the things left unsaid.....
leaving holes in my heart
The memory
left waiting for a hand that never reached
but pushed until my back was to the wall
accepting my stance which felt so small
and I turned to the world alone
rejecting any rejoice of that sweet little song
Apathy took hold of my soul
which I sold to the grind and to the smog
All that entered my vision were ferrel dogs
left howling for something they've never
truely know
blubbering at the realization unrequited love kills
left with a shrill of dizzy jaded mutters
of the man who cast his spell
and pulled me under
defining my days in past-tense
Faced every john with resistence
counted the bricks furious
because it was easier than feeling the exit
but I'll never forget the day he came
and changed all of it
...I refuse to feel foolish
because without love all light is extinguished
and without mistakes we are simply not human

Lawmen oversee the old day's hanging's,
Exit signs designed only for those who wear worn out tennis shoes,
Conquered,
Overcrowding as if only cattle can fit through!!!!

No salt nor pepper to design creation meals of home,
Fall is near,
Plumbings far to clogged,
Days passeth night,
As night begins to freight!!!

Wolves on the outside trade fur's with ferrel dogs!!!

Clenching of teeth siren off as oven's they bake,
They brew,
Country town folk with rod and ungodly staff they overtaketh and rule!!!!

Crises of all temptation,
Bleeders to readers,
****** deviants get out to put down their own indignations!!!

Desire all thou wilt,
Desiree's,
Empathies,
Chalkers, scoffers , doctors of deaths pill!!!

Read on,
Read on uneducated pillar,
For thy hooks art thy scrolls,
Thy eyeglasses maketh thou gnomes of such readings to bring thou thrillers!!!!!!

Fragrant destiny resistant to all microbial force,
Accusation's humbling,

Sovereignty is a mystery to us mortals!!!!

Dragon's slayed to stature founder's ditches of war dug out of centurion portals,
Wreaking architecture drawn out of mapped whirlpools lies,
Some groweth deathly,
Sweet talkers are refusing to trust their own worried minds!!!!

Black coated tuxedoed hosts delighting their own escapes,
Some window's stay open,
Some stay closed in the fortress,
This inescapable place!!!!!!

Tis,
This human landfill,
Dump,
Waste!!!!

For years I have belonged to you,
Obeyed every command.
Although you beat me black & blue,
We walked life hand in hand....

To you, I was just a loyal slave,
You grabbed my broken heart
You wanted me down in my grave,
You are deviously smart....

I saw it that you were my all,
Sir smack and captain crack,
you laughed each time that I did fall,
And you still try to attack!

You stole my morals, drained my life,
Worse was I lost my child.
You caused me so much pain and strife
You made me ferrel and wild!

I don't fear death, I've been to hell,
Many times you dragged me down.
This time'll be different you would tell,
Give me more white & brown.

The depths of which I'd go for you,
Were nasty, *****, bad.
But I thought that our love was true
But now I see how sad!

I did blame you but now I see,
How I was very wrong,
Infact you are a part of me,
Was blinded for so long.

So now I'm armed up to the teeth,
Though you'll always be there,
Testing me, festering beneath
But you had better beware....

Coz to the surface you may pop,
Every now and then,
But I ave a big **** axe,
To give your head the chop!

Kate Longshaw **

Twinker Bell, Twinker Bell
Doing whatever it is a Twinker Bell does
Because she's so cute and she's so sweet
She got some big O'll eyes
And her little stinky feet
                                By Lisa Ferrel      
                                         and
                                     Connie Hopkins

Have you ever tasted a gun barrel?
Tamed, wasting your life, cause you're born ferrel?
So tense, drawn back, like an aimed arrow?
Not knowing when release comes, do you care? No.

The fingers that keep you pulled taught, is the grip on reality we've all sought.
It's fake. Only fish hooks into our past thoughts.
Keep us on the line...and next one, till it's all gone.

So now our aimed isn't as pure, skewed by temptation.
Say my name and I'm sure, I'm viewed with damnation.
Am I insane? And I'm sure. I've got a few screws, lost on vacation.
But aren't we the same? I'm sure. Much love, and good vibrations.

I cried during the movie Step Brothers,
And I must warn for spoilers.
Basically, a girl I like called me a loser.
I wasn't a hard worker, not anymore.
I was without an employer.
I didn't focus on academia.
I didn't focus on anything more
Than being a writer.
I knew I was probably gonna die poor.
Then I watched Step Brothers
And here were these losers
And I just watched and as I did, all i could remember
Was "You're a loser."
Then I sank further and further
Into self pity. Flattened and weaker.
Then Will Ferrel sang 'Por Tí Volaré'
And I felt a tear…
And another
And another
And all together,
In this fall of water
And for some reason,
One moment of pure beauty
That wasn't ashamed to be comedy,
Like that part of Shrek 2 with 'I Need A Hero.'
It magically, shamelessly,
Lifted a shadow
From me.