Bad, Bad Bear!

Somewhere out there,

There lives a Teddy Bear,

And he’s dominated by the spirit,

Of Demonic Dominic.

 

This Big Black Bear is black as night,

And he does not live life right,

Those sweet-looking glass brown eyes,

They are his disguise,

They make him seem,

Sweet as pie,

But really he’s on a mission,

A mission to make someone die.

 

The agenda those eyes do conceal,

Is one you’d never guess,

To be fair,

He is a teddy bear,

Not one that’s usually suspected,

Of causing a deadly ordeal.

 

But that face hides more crime,

Than any poker face,

Seen on the Vegas Strip,

So if you happen about,

And you notice this Black Bear,

Please, turn around!

And please, pick up your pace!

 

Normally he is encountered,

Deep inside a forest,

At one of those alluring clearings,

Where the unsuspecting navigate,

When they need to find some calm,

And when they need to get their bearings.

 

If your troubled soul,

Has in fact sought out his clearing,

I hope you’re ready for your life to end this night,

Because he’s been on a roll,

And you showing up,

Has brought him delight.

 

He is there in hiding,

And until he’s ready,

Black Bear’s face you will not see,

You’ll never know this bear is spying.

 

As you sit and contemplate,

Whatever plight has brought you here,

He’ll be creeping closer,

‘Til finally you notice he is there.

 

Distraught as you were,

When you made your way into his clearing,

It will not surprise him,

That you did not notice him nearing.

 

And when finally you look up,

You’re in a calmer state of mind,

And you really notice your surroundings,

But you notice nothing,

That should not be around,

There are trees and there is grass,

And a carelessly discarded toy,

A few feet before the rock,

Where you have parked your ass.

 

Now you are fucked,

You’re shit out of luck,

Assuming that toy means no harm,

Was your last mistake,

Because your life he means to take.

 

It’s too bad you do not know,

That your life’s at stake,

Because as of now,

There’s still time to make a break.

 

As he lays there on the grass,

Those glass eyes are watching you,

To see if you will take your leave,

Or if your life he can thieve.

 

He watches you go back,

To being detached,

Yet still you’re unaware,

That there’s a life in there,

And you’re also unknowing,

Of the reason he is there,

It’s too bad you do not know,

That it’s time for you to go.

 

So many before you,

Came to this clearing to unwind,

They just needed a little while,

To find their mind,

So again they might smile,

Then never were they heard from again,

As if they vanished into thin air,

All because they went There.

 

What looks like an old forgotten plaything,

Like a cute and fuzzy teddy bear,

Is actually demonic,

It’s dominated by a spirit,

Who wishes never to depart,

Dominated by the spirit,

Of Demonic Dominic.

 

Now Black Bear is laughing,

Laughing in his head,

For him to stay,

You must go away,

Now the time has come,

For him to pounce,

He needs to feed,

From a naughty deed,

He needs to see you dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family Gathering

Thanksgiving is here,

For some a time of cheer,

For others a time of fear,

Because family is near.

 

They come from all over,

From their little sections of Earth,

To spend time by your hearth.

 

This can be fun,

Or a reason to run,

I guess it depends,

On if you are friends.

 

There is food and there is drink,

Tempers are on the brink,

The things some will say,

May make you throw up in the sink.

 

Just try to endure,

And with any luck,

There will be alcohol,

To help it go by in a blur.

 

Perchance you are of a family,

Who actually has fun,

How strange this is,

For us who’d rather run.

 

You’ll have turkey,

You’ll have pie,

No one will tell a lie,

Everyone just eats their fill,

And then sits back with a sigh.

 

But for the majority,

That’s just wishful thinking,

Day’s end will have them feeling,

Like a minority,

The day will be long,

And so many things will go wrong.

 

Dad will be rude,

He’ll eat way too much food,

Brother will mean well,

But still he’ll make you feel like Hell,

Mom and sister will do their best,

But won’t be able to prevent,

The inevitable unrest.

 

Voices will be raised,

And feelings will be hurt,

With all that goes awry,

It’s fortunate that fists don’t fly.

 

So this is Thanksgiving,

It’s what it has come to,

Imagine the Pilgrims of long ago,

What would they think,

Of our little zoo?

 

Flash back to that 17th Century Feast,

Year 1621,

This shit just wasn’t done,

Their meal was scant,

Just their own harvest and fowl,

Still they were joyous,

Not one wore a scowl,

If they were to come back,

Surely we’d give them a heart attack.

 

 

Food For Thought

Inside my fucked up head,

Many things get said,

Why is that man called Ted?

Why does she wear the color red?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

The thoughts go on and on,

Why is a baby deer a fawn?

Why do horses eat the lawn?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Oh the thoughts that cross my mind,

Why do watermelons have a rind?

Why are good people so hard to find?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

The wheels are always turning,

Why are schools made for learning?

Why are politicians so greedy about earning?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Lots of crazy thoughts abound,

Why are innocents locked in the pound?

Why are wack jobs free to roam around?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

All these thoughts are swimming,

Why is baseball played in innings?

Why do some have trouble winning?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Thoughts float freely everywhere,

Why is that thing a polar bear?

Why does that boy not have a care?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

All sorts of thoughts do linger,

Why did she become a singer?

Why does he deserve my middle finger?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

There are even thoughts in limbo,

Why is a blonde assumed a bimbo?

Why is there a doggie looking out that window?

 

Everything that’s said,

Inside my fucked up head,

I hope one day my mind,

Will finally unwind,

Hopefully before I’m dead,

Inside my fucked up head.