Can I come up with a rhyme
as an answer to David this time? 🤔
When he speaks of saints and sinners,
the only thing I can say
is that in the family of God,
we’re all a bunch of winners 😎
I’ve got my leek on
In the Land of the Red Dragon 🏴
it’s a fashion statement
With a daffodil in the lapel
dancing to a Tom Jones song
and singing a Welsh lament
we stand steadfast and strong ✊
along with Scotland the brave
against the lowland Sassanachs
So put some cock-a-leekie soup on 😎
I have fond memories of staying at the Great Llewellynfranc Farm (with its amazing view of the Skirrid Mountain) on the other side of the valley not far from the Welsh town of Llanvihangel Crucorny a village which was a lot smaller than its name. 😎
You too, Saint Christopher.
You deserve a medal 🏅😇
Yes, the Welsh love those long
unpronounceable place names.
I do have a Welsh Great Grandfather.
He was a lawyer working to represent
the rebelling miners during the
Victorian Gold Rush. The rebellion
against oppressive colonial rule
(overly expensive mining licences)
culminated in the Eureka Stockade.
It was the Australian equivalent of
the Boston Tea Party. The protest
was violently put down, and the
surviving leaders were charged
with treason. The Crown wanted
them hanged, but a jury found
them innocent. I believe my Welsh
ancestor had a hand in that victory
over British Imperialism. Australia
was forever changed for the better.
Our judicial system was later to be
the first anywhere in the world to
hang several white men for the
murder of indigenous inhabitants.
That’s excellent about the Australian judicial system.👍🏻
I understand Australia was also the first country in the world to have a pink sequined g-string hanging over the cosmic black hole at the front of a white man and a (non) homecoming queen.
What a great portrait of you, David!! Very Impressive! And why have you been hiding the fact that you are a Saint with your own day??? Did you get a parade!!!
amidst the hymns and hallelujahs of a local truck stop
to sing and celebrate the communal showers
the sons of Adam
the sons of Noah
very odd images of man meat
deluxe Mapplethorpe material
with a hint of Diane Arbus
self-ruin 2020
a world where elevator music
reeks of tin can Pink Floyd
the obedient in bed asleep
the disobedient sipping meth laced coffee
making the very best of their short-comings
their fallen and sin-bound condition
Trailer park epiphany
I have become
comfortably dumb
Stranger Chaos
of the Black Hole Sun
chasing the Dragon Lady
to the deep end of a fishbowl
Cold Turkey on the run
Contagion flowing
from a fossil fuel soul
Earth bound street dreams
The wiseman and the fool
plugging the same hole
Star Date: May 2 2020 (Saint Charlie’s
Day on all Federation Planets)
Looking for a pit stop to pull into
and log on. Michael warned me to
avoid truck stops, and those back
street pool halls, full of truck drivers
and snookers shooting the cesspool 🖖
Tuba banana gush cherry wizards
founded in their best interest;
to withhold any information
regarding flowers sneezing Dali’s masterpiece
and the apes who drank the screen cereal box.
Alfred Hitchcock agrees with Martin
Scorsese … Danny DeVito was found
in a cereal box of breakfast botox.
A Hollywood halcyon holocaust is
on the toast of the West Coast.
Bring your tuba banana for a cherry
wizard roast.
Chunk Norris would do away with old sayings,
what’s good for the nuke is bad for the pizza.
Joe pesci met with the ambassador village people and said to them, if they don’t surrender their beef stew…he’ll promote all of them to ‘dunder mifflin paper company’.
In the Navy is where Chuck Norris
should be. Not hanging out at the
YMCA with Robert De Niro and
Joe Pesci. Chuck would make a
made man good fellow tremble at
the nunchucks, above the knee.
Even Bruce Lee would reluctantly
enter with drag on, and agree.
To the tune of Mambo Italiano
I could hear Joe Pesci singing
a song by Bob Dylan as he gave
Billy Bats a dancing lesson …
🎶 Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization.
I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains
and marked your cards,
but Eden is burning.
Either get ready for elimination,
or else your hearts must
have the courage
for the changing of the guards 🎶
Billy Bats should not mention
anything about shining shoes
in front of Mr. Pesci,
otherwise, the Italian meatballs
could preserve themselves in a Hollywood soup.
Lou Reed had it all figured out during a Marathon.
there was manna at the Cracker Barrel tonight
pure Mexican lab stuff at $75 a pop
I saw people soaring with a string tied around their toe
priceless to see average humans experiencing the GOD vibe
tears of joy made the parking lot wet
Stockpiling pasta and toilet paper
at the Walmart Black Virus Sale riot
my heart did melt upon hearing the
All Girl Bible Belters singing their
rendition of Jesus is my Boyfriend.
The vibe was emotion amplified.
But the Spirit was revealing, and
just couldn’t be denied. Believe me
. . . I tried.
I was shocked at the number of boys
in the All Girl Bible Belters
the group sounded much better
than they looked
American Mutts
Darwin would have snapped his fingers
and said something like,
“you go girl”
I can honestly say that I’ve never said
that line, “you go girl”
the virus seems to make people nervous
at the truck stop
everyone loves to lather up
often
I guess if you eat and sleep at a truck stop
some stupid virus doesn’t mean much
most guys are happy to have a full stream
and no anal doughnuts
I hear the mooing
The thinning is beginning
The fattened calf
from the herd
for a sacrifice Darwinian
If you see my little red rooster
hiding out at that truck stop
on Route 66
tell him Mick Jagger
will give him shelter
before the living end
Mick’s looking to get some kicks
in his space cotton socks
with yo mamma
… So, you go girlfriend! 😎
on late night television
a gentleman states that Jesus was a big book reader
“Jesus was hungry for knowledge”
my mind went blank
all I could think
was the obvious
“Sex and the Solitary Male”
Too much late night television
gave me a bad case
of social engineering
of the extreme kind
That tunnel division vision
eventually sent me blind
… until;
🎶I solve my problems
when I see the light
It’s that lovin’ thing,
we gotta feed it right
There ain’t no danger
we can take it too far
We start believing now
that we can be what we are
Jesus is the word
They think that love
is just a losing game
Why don’t they understand,
it’s just a crying shame
Their lips are lying
only the real is real
We stop the fight right now,
we got to be the love deal
Jesus is the word
He’s got groove
He’s got meaning
Jesus is the King
of time and space,
who gives creation it’s motion
with mercy and grace
Now, Jesus is way beyond
all human understanding
He is the word
that you’ve heard
Movin’ and a-groovin’
just like grease lightening 🎶
one lives like King Tut for years and years
healthy and beautiful and overfunded
friends and lovers and curious newcomers
travel galore, collecting rocks and minerals
mail art and 24/7 painting downtown DC
and then one day your legs fall off
and you start leaking oil
(Mick Jagger stops returning your calls)
Finally I found
my little little red rooster
Why would he want to disappear?
He was the head cock around here
And all the hens really did care
He seems to have been plucked
and turned into a feather duster
For him I’ve shed a bitter tear
Mick jagger didn’t give him shelter
Keith Richards told him to beware
All far too late I fear
In this life it would appear
a rolling stoner rooster
ain’t going to get very far
Unless he can crow like Jagger
or play a mean guitar 🎸
characters who are living reality
living history
have little realization
weeds come and go
trees and houses inhale
and exhale
the weather is difficult
cold, hot, wet, dry
stupid snow and ice
stupid people in automobiles
endless headaches and heartbreaks
pilgrims don’t make the evening news
Biblical and secular history
stored away for another time
“Reality?”, said Frankie Lee
in a voice as cold as ice.
“Eternity!”, said Judas Priest,
“But some call it paradise.”
“I don’t call it anything.”,
replied Frankie Lee in jest.
“I’ll believe it when I can taste it.
But, in the meantime, a shot
of love would be kind of nice.” …
I need a shot of love
Don’t need a shot of heroin
to kill my disease
Don’t need a shot of turpentine,
only bring me to my knees
Don’t need a shot of codeine
to help me to repent
Don’t need a shot of whiskey,
help me be president
I need a shot of love
Doctor, can you hear me?
I need some Medicaid
I seen the kingdoms of the world
and it’s makin’ me feel afraid
What I got ain’t painful,
it’s just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus
when they put a price upon His head
I need a shot of love
I don’t need no alibi
when I’m spending time with you
I’ve heard all of them rumors
and you have heard ’em too
Don’t show me no picture show
or give me no book to read
It don’t satisfy the hurt inside
nor the habit that it feeds
Why would I want to take your life?
You’ve only murdered my father,
raped his wife
Tattooed my babies
with a poison pen
Mocked my God,
humiliated my friends
Don’t wanna be with
nobody tonight
There’s a man that hates me
and he’s swift, smooth and near
Am I supposed to sit back
and wait until he’s here?
What makes the wind
wanna blow tonight?
Don’t even feel like
crossing the street
and my car ain’t actin’ right
Called home,
everybody seemed
to have moved away
My conscience is beginning
to bother me today
If you’re a doctor,
I need a shot of love
she said that the map was wrong
indelible marks of the past were on the move
the past in the present healed up
she would rub the scar
knowing where it would go
Satan claimed he caught Jesus
erasing the history book
marks expunged
to bring conformity
the conformity of God’s Will
Conformity is a salad dressing
A mayonnaise full of chemicals
and toxic preservatives
The malaise of living in this age
of desolation and misinformation
For a really happy ending
hang on to the beginning
3 x Hatred
is the beast’s marking
Hatred of God
Hatred of Mankind
Hatred of all Creation
With lashings of self loathing
Manna from Heaven comes
without salad dressing
Jesus is the Cracker Barrel of Salvation
for all those who earnestly seek him
The poison of Hades
cooked up in Hell’s Kitchen
is covered in industrial slime
The communion wafer
of environmental crime
Man given earthly dominion
Created above the angels
on the celestial totem
All was good in the garden
But for one really pissed off
prideful angel of light …
now known as Satan
How the mighty have fallen
in the tortures of Kentucky
where all is wrong
her love does not forsake her
she has her charm
and grace of speech
her source of lady-like pleasure
twice washed
I do love your sense of humour David. 🙂
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That picture is all Michael’s doing,
Lia. But, whether comic or tragic,
I guess you’ve got to have the raw
materials to begin with 😎
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Looks like he found a good cache of clay. 😇
Happy name day, by the way. 🎉
Don’t think there’s one for my name,
But then, I’m no saint by any game. 🥳
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Being a Saint is a big responsibility.
Sometimes the burden is too much.
That’s when I blog on WordPress
for some sinful relief 😈🕶️
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😆And infect us all with cheeky rhymes, whether long or brief. ⚡️👀👓
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There is no St Ivor
but these’s a horse called Saint Ivor
a case of ‘horses for courses’
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Obviously a thoroughbred
(hopefully not a gelding 😎).
And a Sir Ivor won the Epsom
Derby Stakes back in 1968 🐴
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Well maybe not a Saint
but being Knighted is honourable
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I’m sure there’s a place of honour
reserved for Sir Ivor in the banquet
halls of Valhalla 😎 All hail the mead,
and the ancestors ⚔️
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Ah… Ivor the Viking
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We have something in common,
Ivor. For Erik the Red is a distant
cousin of mine 😎
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Yes I see the resemblance 😁
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Thanks Ivor 😁 🕶️
Cousin Erik tells me that Vikings
never actually stuck horns on their
helmets! Apparently, they were
horny enough without them? 🤔
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I shall remove my helmet horns
and tread carefully through the rose thorns
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… as I tiptoe through the daffodils 🌻
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OF COURSE there’s a St. David’s Day!!! Happy Happy!!! 😀🥂🌀🙏🏼🤗
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And I’m just a wee bit Welsh 🏴 😎
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Happy David’s Day
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Thank you, Miriam.
Everyone can be a David 😇
for a day 😎
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How strange my middle name in Arabic is Miriam.
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I like the Hebrew translation
… Mistress of the sea 🌅
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Hmm, no saint Larisa day either. But there is a whole Greek city built in honor of my name, so I suppose there’s that 😏
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Larisa, the Citadel . . . where
lovely Grecian nymphs dwell 🧚♀️
To me that sounds kind of swell 😎
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Hahah!! Well thank you sir David, or is it Saint David? It was a lovely little ditty and I shall frame it on the wall………………….
of my heart 😍😎
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I’m more of a sinner, than a saint,
Larisa. But from that Nymphette
of mine, I get no complaint 💐😎
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Can I come up with a rhyme
as an answer to David this time? 🤔
When he speaks of saints and sinners,
the only thing I can say
is that in the family of God,
we’re all a bunch of winners 😎
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Where the least
and the last
will win First Prize 🥇
For the slow ones now
will later be fast 🏆
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Though he fall down seven times,
yet shall he stand,
and his entrance through those shining gates will be nothing less than grand 👑✨
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Don’t let this leek out, or people will get daffodilly! 😁 have a great Saint David day.
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You too 💐 😇
I’ve got my leek on
In the Land of the Red Dragon 🏴
it’s a fashion statement
With a daffodil in the lapel
dancing to a Tom Jones song
and singing a Welsh lament
we stand steadfast and strong ✊
along with Scotland the brave
against the lowland Sassanachs
So put some cock-a-leekie soup on 😎
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🙌🏻😎
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Haha 😂👍😎 You are looking cool.
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Thanks Kritika ✌️
Yes, my Ray-Ban ® shades are
guaranteed to outlast religion 😎
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I am sure of that 👍😎 Cool.
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Happy Saint David’s Day, David.
I have fond memories of staying at the Great Llewellynfranc Farm (with its amazing view of the Skirrid Mountain) on the other side of the valley not far from the Welsh town of Llanvihangel Crucorny a village which was a lot smaller than its name. 😎
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You too, Saint Christopher.
You deserve a medal 🏅😇
Yes, the Welsh love those long
unpronounceable place names.
I do have a Welsh Great Grandfather.
He was a lawyer working to represent
the rebelling miners during the
Victorian Gold Rush. The rebellion
against oppressive colonial rule
(overly expensive mining licences)
culminated in the Eureka Stockade.
It was the Australian equivalent of
the Boston Tea Party. The protest
was violently put down, and the
surviving leaders were charged
with treason. The Crown wanted
them hanged, but a jury found
them innocent. I believe my Welsh
ancestor had a hand in that victory
over British Imperialism. Australia
was forever changed for the better.
Our judicial system was later to be
the first anywhere in the world to
hang several white men for the
murder of indigenous inhabitants.
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Thanks, David. 😀
That’s excellent about the Australian judicial system.👍🏻
I understand Australia was also the first country in the world to have a pink sequined g-string hanging over the cosmic black hole at the front of a white man and a (non) homecoming queen.
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You may be a daydream believer,
and Uncle Ernie may or may not be
the grandfather of Justin Bieber,
but for me … that’s a nightmare 😱
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Da Iawn i ti! diolch yn fawr David! Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus y ti!
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And the best of Welsh luck to you,
Peter (Sorry that your comment
must’ve got lost in translation?)
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What a great portrait of you, David!! Very Impressive! And why have you been hiding the fact that you are a Saint with your own day??? Did you get a parade!!!
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Only on a May Day Parade in Red
Square, Chuck, when I was dragged
around by the Bolsheviks 😰
Thanks for your observance 🙏😎
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Happy to participate! Hope you can dodge that Mayday parade!!
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You look very beatific, David, albeit a bit oddly-proportioned.
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Must be all those steroids, and
high protein shakes, Liz 🤔
Or just a side effect of being the
Patron Saint of Emojis 😇 🕶️
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Ha ha! Good one! 😀
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Happy Dayfudd Day…a little late…from Arglwyddes Rhiain!
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Thank you … fy Arglwyddes Rhiain 🌹
In the hearts of freedom loving Celts
it is ever Saint David’s Day 😇 🕶️
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My last name is Jones. I can’t be anymore Welsh. That being said, my paternal-maternal great grandmother was a MacPherson. LOL!
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That’s one Elle of a Celtic 🏴 🏴
pedigree. Very similar to my own
(only I’m not related to that Aussie
Elle MacPherson, unfortunately) 😎
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I don’t know… I think we are all connected, one way or another. 😉
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Yes, we all share the same DNA 🦍
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Sooo cool
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Years of discipline
as a disciple of cool,
Wanda 😎
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😀
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amidst the hymns and hallelujahs of a local truck stop
to sing and celebrate the communal showers
the sons of Adam
the sons of Noah
very odd images of man meat
deluxe Mapplethorpe material
with a hint of Diane Arbus
self-ruin 2020
a world where elevator music
reeks of tin can Pink Floyd
the obedient in bed asleep
the disobedient sipping meth laced coffee
making the very best of their short-comings
their fallen and sin-bound condition
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Trailer park epiphany
I have become
comfortably dumb
Stranger Chaos
of the Black Hole Sun
chasing the Dragon Lady
to the deep end of a fishbowl
Cold Turkey on the run
Contagion flowing
from a fossil fuel soul
Earth bound street dreams
The wiseman and the fool
plugging the same hole
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David, I love your sense of humor. And Michael did a wonderful job capturing this blessing humorous moment.
I am back! and I posted a new poem just as I promised you. Let the poetic experimental discussions begin. 🙂
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Blessed Saint Charlie’s Day 😇🙏
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You welcome my friend. Hope to see you on my new poem. You’ll love it. 🙂 A cut up poem. 🙂
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Star Date: May 2 2020 (Saint Charlie’s
Day on all Federation Planets)
Looking for a pit stop to pull into
and log on. Michael warned me to
avoid truck stops, and those back
street pool halls, full of truck drivers
and snookers shooting the cesspool 🖖
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Michael also warned himself about his own mulitpleMichaels taking over the world and listening to ‘Aphex Twin’. 🙂
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“Go forth and multiply.”
… was the word.
But I misheard, and went fifth.
It’s been a cosmic riot ever since.
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If you went fifth
and everyone else misheard 2nd,
how then do you multiply
what when hasn’t begun?
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It’s a mystery to me, Charlie.
And it’s a mystery to me, as well 🤔
I was held back by an irresistible force,
from an enigma sandwich named
the Phantasmagorian Riddler.
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The Phantasmagorian Riddler has a riddle for you.
‘If rearranging the third mind
with a half lettuce, how then
would consciousness hold its liquid?
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Brain Salad the surgery
of fluid memory
upon the raven canvas
of Salvador Dali’s
nevar writing desk.
Lettuce begin at the end.
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Tuba banana gush cherry wizards
founded in their best interest;
to withhold any information
regarding flowers sneezing Dali’s masterpiece
and the apes who drank the screen cereal box.
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Alfred Hitchcock agrees with Martin
Scorsese … Danny DeVito was found
in a cereal box of breakfast botox.
A Hollywood halcyon holocaust is
on the toast of the West Coast.
Bring your tuba banana for a cherry
wizard roast.
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Chunk Norris would do away with old sayings,
what’s good for the nuke is bad for the pizza.
Joe pesci met with the ambassador village people and said to them, if they don’t surrender their beef stew…he’ll promote all of them to ‘dunder mifflin paper company’.
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In the Navy is where Chuck Norris
should be. Not hanging out at the
YMCA with Robert De Niro and
Joe Pesci. Chuck would make a
made man good fellow tremble at
the nunchucks, above the knee.
Even Bruce Lee would reluctantly
enter with drag on, and agree.
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Billy Bats would differ –
he would make a made man
of Chuck Norris in Casino.
The whole movie
ends with a roundhouse kick
to the audience face.
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To the tune of Mambo Italiano
I could hear Joe Pesci singing
a song by Bob Dylan as he gave
Billy Bats a dancing lesson …
🎶 Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization.
I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains
and marked your cards,
but Eden is burning.
Either get ready for elimination,
or else your hearts must
have the courage
for the changing of the guards 🎶
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Billy Bats should not mention
anything about shining shoes
in front of Mr. Pesci,
otherwise, the Italian meatballs
could preserve themselves in a Hollywood soup.
Lou Reed had it all figured out during a Marathon.
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“My animal crackers sleep with
the fishes in the Hollywood soup.”
~ Fat Free Tony
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Diet Pepsi wiggles its way into the northern state championship of waffle day lewis.
~Supplement Alfred Itch book
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“I drink my Shirley Temple
out of Fat Free Tony’s skull.”
~ King Teflon Kong
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Alejandro jodorowsky burns money on a cup of tea and drinks its rainbow urine
for prelimenary hearing.
~What’s wrong with Bosco
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there was manna at the Cracker Barrel tonight
pure Mexican lab stuff at $75 a pop
I saw people soaring with a string tied around their toe
priceless to see average humans experiencing the GOD vibe
tears of joy made the parking lot wet
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Stockpiling pasta and toilet paper
at the Walmart Black Virus Sale riot
my heart did melt upon hearing the
All Girl Bible Belters singing their
rendition of Jesus is my Boyfriend.
The vibe was emotion amplified.
But the Spirit was revealing, and
just couldn’t be denied. Believe me
. . . I tried.
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I was shocked at the number of boys
in the All Girl Bible Belters
the group sounded much better
than they looked
American Mutts
Darwin would have snapped his fingers
and said something like,
“you go girl”
I can honestly say that I’ve never said
that line, “you go girl”
the virus seems to make people nervous
at the truck stop
everyone loves to lather up
often
I guess if you eat and sleep at a truck stop
some stupid virus doesn’t mean much
most guys are happy to have a full stream
and no anal doughnuts
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I hear the mooing
The thinning is beginning
The fattened calf
from the herd
for a sacrifice Darwinian
If you see my little red rooster
hiding out at that truck stop
on Route 66
tell him Mick Jagger
will give him shelter
before the living end
Mick’s looking to get some kicks
in his space cotton socks
with yo mamma
… So, you go girlfriend! 😎
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on late night television
a gentleman states that Jesus was a big book reader
“Jesus was hungry for knowledge”
my mind went blank
all I could think
was the obvious
“Sex and the Solitary Male”
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Too much late night television
gave me a bad case
of social engineering
of the extreme kind
That tunnel division vision
eventually sent me blind
… until;
🎶I solve my problems
when I see the light
It’s that lovin’ thing,
we gotta feed it right
There ain’t no danger
we can take it too far
We start believing now
that we can be what we are
Jesus is the word
They think that love
is just a losing game
Why don’t they understand,
it’s just a crying shame
Their lips are lying
only the real is real
We stop the fight right now,
we got to be the love deal
Jesus is the word
He’s got groove
He’s got meaning
Jesus is the King
of time and space,
who gives creation it’s motion
with mercy and grace
Now, Jesus is way beyond
all human understanding
He is the word
that you’ve heard
Movin’ and a-groovin’
just like grease lightening 🎶
~ Frankie & the Four Gospels
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one lives like King Tut for years and years
healthy and beautiful and overfunded
friends and lovers and curious newcomers
travel galore, collecting rocks and minerals
mail art and 24/7 painting downtown DC
and then one day your legs fall off
and you start leaking oil
(Mick Jagger stops returning your calls)
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Finally I found
my little little red rooster
Why would he want to disappear?
He was the head cock around here
And all the hens really did care
He seems to have been plucked
and turned into a feather duster
For him I’ve shed a bitter tear
Mick jagger didn’t give him shelter
Keith Richards told him to beware
All far too late I fear
In this life it would appear
a rolling stoner rooster
ain’t going to get very far
Unless he can crow like Jagger
or play a mean guitar 🎸
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characters who are living reality
living history
have little realization
weeds come and go
trees and houses inhale
and exhale
the weather is difficult
cold, hot, wet, dry
stupid snow and ice
stupid people in automobiles
endless headaches and heartbreaks
pilgrims don’t make the evening news
Biblical and secular history
stored away for another time
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“Reality?”, said Frankie Lee
in a voice as cold as ice.
“Eternity!”, said Judas Priest,
“But some call it paradise.”
“I don’t call it anything.”,
replied Frankie Lee in jest.
“I’ll believe it when I can taste it.
But, in the meantime, a shot
of love would be kind of nice.” …
I need a shot of love
Don’t need a shot of heroin
to kill my disease
Don’t need a shot of turpentine,
only bring me to my knees
Don’t need a shot of codeine
to help me to repent
Don’t need a shot of whiskey,
help me be president
I need a shot of love
Doctor, can you hear me?
I need some Medicaid
I seen the kingdoms of the world
and it’s makin’ me feel afraid
What I got ain’t painful,
it’s just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus
when they put a price upon His head
I need a shot of love
I don’t need no alibi
when I’m spending time with you
I’ve heard all of them rumors
and you have heard ’em too
Don’t show me no picture show
or give me no book to read
It don’t satisfy the hurt inside
nor the habit that it feeds
Why would I want to take your life?
You’ve only murdered my father,
raped his wife
Tattooed my babies
with a poison pen
Mocked my God,
humiliated my friends
Don’t wanna be with
nobody tonight
There’s a man that hates me
and he’s swift, smooth and near
Am I supposed to sit back
and wait until he’s here?
What makes the wind
wanna blow tonight?
Don’t even feel like
crossing the street
and my car ain’t actin’ right
Called home,
everybody seemed
to have moved away
My conscience is beginning
to bother me today
If you’re a doctor,
I need a shot of love
~ Bob Dylan
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she said that the map was wrong
indelible marks of the past were on the move
the past in the present healed up
she would rub the scar
knowing where it would go
Satan claimed he caught Jesus
erasing the history book
marks expunged
to bring conformity
the conformity of God’s Will
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Living Unity brings the blessing
Conformity is a salad dressing
A mayonnaise full of chemicals
and toxic preservatives
The malaise of living in this age
of desolation and misinformation
For a really happy ending
hang on to the beginning
3 x Hatred
is the beast’s marking
Hatred of God
Hatred of Mankind
Hatred of all Creation
With lashings of self loathing
Manna from Heaven comes
without salad dressing
Jesus is the Cracker Barrel of Salvation
for all those who earnestly seek him
The poison of Hades
cooked up in Hell’s Kitchen
is covered in industrial slime
The communion wafer
of environmental crime
Man given earthly dominion
Created above the angels
on the celestial totem
All was good in the garden
But for one really pissed off
prideful angel of light …
now known as Satan
How the mighty have fallen
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in the tortures of Kentucky
where all is wrong
her love does not forsake her
she has her charm
and grace of speech
her source of lady-like pleasure
twice washed
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The patron saint of ray bans
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I’ve seen the light 💡
and it’s way too bright 😎
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Lol. Bless us all.
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Peace be upon you, Drew 😇
But we’ll be cancelling Saint
Patrick’s Day this year. That’s
the luck of the Irish for you 🍀
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LMFAO
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Same to you,dear🌷
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I ain’t no saint but in some circles, known as the Queen of Quaint! 🤣😎😬🤭
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I knew it, Queen Eugenia!👸
That other Princess Eugenie
is nothing but an imposter, and
pretender to your throne 😎
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