Today

It started out just fine,

But it takes just one motherfucker,

Crossing just one line,

I roll my eyes,

And happen to look up at the sky.

Oh my!

Look what’s rolling in,

Out there on the horizon,

I wish,

For once,

To be the clouds,

Instead of the one they shroud.

Clouds,

You may as well stay,

Your presence,

Mirrors my mood today.

Are you laughing,

As you rain on my parade?

Do you find it funny,

To fill my day with gloom,

Making sure that in my life,

No flowers are able to bloom?

You are welcome,

To bring with you a storm,

Just kindly make it strong,

Strong enough for the winds and waters,

To wash gone,

All that’s wrong.

Clouds,

I see you’re forecast to stick around,

I hope that’s not also the prediction,

For my current vexation.

Clouds,

Instead of being a mirror,

It would be more satisfactory,

For you to be a wall,

That I could hide behind,

Until my way is clearer.

They say too much sun can burn you,

Maybe that’s the silver lining here,

Good things can have their own ill effects,

But when the sun’s shining so bright,

Bringing all that cheer,

It’s easy to get blinded,

Then once the downside hits,

Which rest assured it surely will,

Life will start to go downhill,

And there you are,

Life’s no more the Ritz.

Clouds,

You make me have a thicker skin,

You make me tough as nails,

So keep it coming assholes,

This bitch will prevail!

Really???

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Be sure not to come,

Around me no more.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one is such,

A fucking whore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Turn around and head,

Back out that door.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go lose yourself,

Down by the seashore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You just caused me,

An additional chore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Keep it up,

And you’ll go poor.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You should know,

All that’s only folklore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

There was lots more there,

Than just a core.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one’s full,

Of blood and gore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Tomorrow you’ll be,

Fucking sore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now all night,

I’ll hear you snore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

She can’t even cook,

She uses Knorr.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now there’ll be,

A huge uproar.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I fucking said,

I needed four.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Not everyone enjoys,

Halloween and Horror.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Get your ass ,

Back to the store.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

No I don’t want them here,

They’re a bore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

They’re nasty when,

You don’t free-pour.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I’d say it’s time,

I even the score.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go hide that shit,

Inside a drawer.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I said hind,

Not fore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That’s just ugly,

What you wore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I ought to hit you,

With an oar.

Inspirations From Lig-Mik-Bed

The unsuccessful outcast,

The little piece of shit,

One of few labeled a piece of trash,

In a world chock-full of unrealized garbage.

You know,

The one who takes the fall,

Wishing only to blend in with the wall,

While being labeled a culprit,

Forced to take that fall,

For others’ bullshit.

The black sheep if you will,

Taking unrelenting taunting,

It seems it’s always something,

Family, friend, enemy,

It’s all the same,

I believe frenemy,

Is the proper name.

Of absolute unimportance,

Just a stupid maverick,

The face of whom,

Makes them sick.

The rebel the renegade the prodigal one,

Tries to keep under everyone’s radar,

Yet each action is noticed,

And just another reason,

To be the subject for everyone’s fun.

The topic of lies told,

And when these falsehoods unfold,

It’s the disgraced one who’s forced to be bold,

To go out of their way,

To save their own ass,

Then is accused,

Of having no class.

Fuck these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

They front behind a façade,

When they go off on their tirade,

Not giving a fuck,

That they are causing undue strife,

In another’s life.

And to these assholes,

The ones afore referred to,

As unrealized garbage,

If you are one,

Try to understand,

You’ve been seen through,

And the ‘trash’ wants no more to do with you.

Yes this one you have labeled,

As weird and not normal,

Has cut you off,

So let’s not be fake,

And think of more lies to make,

Don’t put on a show,

Just shut the fuck up and go,

You’ve been dismissed,

A backbone has grown,

And it’s now known,

You’ve always been foe.

Precipitation Won’t Kill You

Is there anything worthwhile about the rain?

You ask because there is the fact,

That it can be a fuckin pain,

While rain can bring on dreariness,

To you I must confess,

That from it yes,

There is much to gain.

Up in the White Mountain State,

Me and her would sit and watch it fall,

From the barn,

In a cozy stall,

So much for a ride,

Because lightning just struck,

And then thunder boomed,

But when it was over,

It would cause her yummy grass to bloom.

Memories get made by many,

When snow falls aplenty,

Nothing really can compare,

To a snow day that is issued,

When the rain falls hard,

And then hits one of those,

Cold pockets of air.

Ponds and streams,

Throughout woods and jungles,

Tastes as grand as ice cream,

To those wild and free,

Now tell me,

Without any rainfall,

Just where would they be?

It’s a hot summer day,

You’re craving the beach,

Down by the bay,

And as you’re there de-stressing in the sun,

You think to yourself,

“Wouldn’t it be downright delightful,

If each day was this bright,

I wouldn’t mind a couple years’ worth,

Of days just like today”,

But imagine if you will,

A dry, dry Earth,

Never having any rain,

Meaning no water and no bay,

Now you see how all that sunshine,

Would probably cost you your favorite pastime.

Well now,

That’s been put into perspective,

I hope the rain now gets,

At least a wee bit of fuckin respect.

What Do You Wish For?

At a hidden beach house near Key West,

Lives a tiger known as Sir Sadie,

Laying on white sand,

He naps on a towel,

Wearing only a scowl.

Scaring vacationers,

With a growl most foul,

And watching their fruity drinks fizz,

Are pastimes of his.

With the power vested in him,

By the Queen Of The Fishes,

Once each day,

He must grant someone three wishes.

So long as he’s near the ocean,

If you find him first,

He can put your most unfathomable,

Desires in motion.

But lazy Sir Sadie,

And his growl most foul,

Have most running like scared babies,

My God,

The way they are running,

You’d think he has rabies!

Remember,

If you’re a wuss,

And scared of this puss,

Be brave!

He’s just ol’ Sir Sadie,

Who knows his growl most foul,

Will cause a fuss,

Allowing him to be lazy.

If no one can get near,

Without first racing off in fear,

He can lay there on his towel,

Sneering and leering,

Instead of doing his job,

Of granting your wishes,

As he’s been ordered to do,

By the Queen Of The Fishes.

You could conceivably get lucky,

And head to this beach,

When he’s ’round the back,

Napping on his porch,

Seeking some reprieve,

From the sun’s scorch.

If you sneak up from behind,

And rub his back just so,

He’ll wake up with a smile,

And stretch out all his toes.

Once you get past his ever-present scowl,

And growl most foul,

He’s really not that bad,

And could even be considered,

As a friendly fellow.

Now grab those wishes while you can,

While he’ll afford you them with a smile,

Instead of with that growl most foul.

You can wish for anything,

From a ten-foot chocolate cake,

To a castle with a pot of gold,

Beside a pretty lake.

It’s too bad no one has yet thought,

To wish that all the world,

Would come into contact with Sir Sadie,

If we could all have a shot at three wishes,

For sure lots of crime would vanish,

And an abundance of good would flourish.

Trail Ride

It’s a sunny day,

And I can think of no better way,

To pass the time,

Than on the back,

Of this perfect Angel of mine.

Though she’s unpredictable,

A day with her could never actually be miserable,

Today she could be totally reliable,

And do anything I ask,

Or go completely wild,

And balk at the most simple task.

No one else is invited,

It’s most peaceful like that,

We’re free to amble down the twisted tree-lined paths,

Our faces feeling the wind’s drafts,

All of the anxiety,

That day-to-day struggles can build,

When we’re out here,

It gets killed.

Hours pass like minutes out here,

We’ve brought music along,

To give us some cheer,

And save for us,

This place is bare.

These horrid times when we’re apart,

I remember days like this,

They live in my mind,

And in my heart.

Stuck in different dimensions,

Each other we miss,

But we’ll be together again,

In Heavenly bliss.

The Unfortunate Truth

Speeding down the highway,

A creep screams and shouts,

Terror threats is what he’s going on about,

Not sure how these people get brainwashed like this,

But that shit makes my blood boil,

Make my insides clench and coil.

Bible thumpers here and there,

Pushing their religions everywhere,

None agree but each one is right,

All are hypocritical,

They’re worse even than those who get all political,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

People, people everywhere,

With eyes that wander here and there,

Physically one is right beside you,

Yet in mind and heart they’re all but through,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

An organization ‘for the good of the people’,

Although they’re poisoning the food supply,

Monsanto keeps feeding their bullshit lie,

There are gullible who believe it,

They think disease epidemics and obesity,

Is such a fucking mystery,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Animal cruelty,

Where the most worthy of all creation,

Get starved and shot and beaten,

By monsters known as humans,

Somehow an eye for an eye,

Is not always the law’s reply,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Whispers shared between two,

The one it’s about,

Has not a clue,

They’re the best of ‘friends’,

‘Til his back is turned,

Then without a thought,

It’s him his friends spurn,

And that shit makes my blood boil,

Makes my insides clench and coil.

Humanity’s issues,

Too many to make known,

It must be wondered,

At the end of the day,

If it’s even worth hoping,

These problems might someday go away,

Evil seems bred in our bones,

Some are strong and can overcome,

But most of the population,

Is just fuckin’ dumb.