Do You Know Anything About Crows?
crows steal eggs from another nest,
plop them on the ground and then feed,
it's pretty basic what they do,
they take from others what they need.
many an egg has been dropped in these times,
and I'm not talking about nickels and dimes,
so many nest eggs ripped from those trying to save,
the market place, an infantile grave.
who are these crows that steal?
what real estate of theirs is real?
computerized theft is such a sight,
when crows operate in broad day light.
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To Disappear
I appeared here a while ago,
I had no say on the arrangement made,
yet rules say you're not allowed to disappear
until cancer or some other ticket allows you to fade.
personally I take offense to that,
it seems I'm a slave to the fates,
yet once I'm a ghost I can disappear at will,
but first I must pass through the pearly gates.
Who keeps track of this mess?
I watch logs disappear in my fireplace,
no trouble, no threats of Hell,
To disappear as a log goes rather well.
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One Earthquake at a Time
Upheaval can take millions of years to start,
Then mountains pile up and sea beds tear apart,
When land crashes into another piece of land,
Things disappear in the sand.
The history of the world, written in rock,
Reveals results of the after shock,
Years of cracks show the sign,
Things change one Earthquake at a time.
The value of life devoid of the crap,
Becomes acute on a rearranged map,
The depths of the earth reach the depths of the mind,
One Earthquake at a time.
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If God Made This World in 7 Days Maybe He Should Have Taken Another Week
If God made this world in 7 days,
Maybe He should have taken another week,
Considering how cruel people are,
With idiots crushing the meek.
Plus the planet is cracking into multiple plates,
And then mashing into various states,
Creating havoc in most locations,
While greed takes down the rest of the nations.
Maybe if God took a little more time,
God could have done better with the human mind,
Maybe working just a few days more,
God could have thrown a bone to the poor.
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Eating Disorder?
eating disorder, or is it?
it's eat or be eaten, you can't miss it,
that's the order of the disorder, border to border,
you're hooked to a food chain, hooked on a food train.
you come into this world, cut from a chord,
made from food, your overlord,
As decades roll by, food becomes you,
because you got to refuel to do what you do.
so you keep eating till you die,
(you just couldn't stay away from that last french fry,)
But don't you worry about who, what and why,
it's the cosmic menu, so don't cry.
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A Gangster's Lament- Do whack a Do
Before I turn out the light,
Before the next nightmare begins,
I think of bones
The condition of my sins.
I see nightclubs where I've been,
Like sheep before I sleep,
Heists, hits, mayhem,
Kids and widows weep.
Wise guys gambling in the back,
Bodies in the trunk of a Cadillac.
My life is like a casino,
Where the wheel of fortune spins,
Odds stacked against me,
Only the casino wins.
Tomorrow I go to prison,
They say for the rest of my life,
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Beat Museum
I just went to the Beat Museum
These poets are obviously dead,
Sardonic, original, witty men,
Not fit for more than what they did.
I guess it's good they left something behind,
After all, most of the world needs some kind of sign,
How could we calculate variable pain,
Raising its head through motorcycle chain.
Strip joints surround the Beat Museum,
You get porno dust on your shoes as you arrive,
You can buy original copies of whatever they wrote,
And see a car, that looks like the car, Kerouac used to drive.
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When The Devil Is Finished With You
jesse james was a legend
jesse james was a killer,
jesse james was shot in the back.
There's a time to wrap it up, a time to begin,
But the devil was finished with him.
Bonnie Parker had a pistol
she robbed banks for a living,
she had the law on her trail,
good things can happen, bad things can occur,
But the devil was finished with her.
some believe in God,
some believe in the devil,
some don't believe anything at all.
you got time to work it out, until your time is through,
and the devil is finished with you
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Even in Hell You Got to Pay Rent
At the corner of Freedom and Justice,
Some resign and some realign,
In Change Square you see the reflection,
Of signs reading 'We Welcome Defection, '
Pressure building, the nation fragile,
Walking through land mines you got to be agile,
Influential Generals and Tribal Leaders,
Standing by a red bed of bleeders,
After hearing ten thousand lies,
It's hard to compromise,
The situation looking ghoulish,
The Devil Leader looking foolish,
Even in Hell you got to pay rent,
If you live in a castle or live in a tent.
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Hydrocarbon Cat
I am the Hydrocarbon Cat,
And you are my Copy Cat,
I am on display,
And part of your dismay.
My kerosine made light,
And I pushed back the night,
I extended your pay,
And extended your working day.
My Industrial Revolution,
Rolled over you, my Human Being,
You refine flesh and bone,
I refine gasoline.
Scrutinize me critically,
In your suburban community,
But when it's time to go to work,
Do come crawling back to me.
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