Inducing the Choice of the Era

Go Carmell I do endure
That you are interesting
And there is blessings on your tongue
For there is news
To the children of tomorrow
That there is friendship
Yet there may be less than a ship of
Courage
As we all do endure
The lollypop ships of Change
That take us by the bow
And sing to our children a new way
For the world is too cool
And we are noone to be fooled
And of course Go Carmell is a stay
It is blessings for the world and just
And tomorrow I will be here
Yet where will I find a glass of beer?

Watering your own Soup Bowl

I smiled and I sang your name
Yet you showed me that you had no fame
You asked me to leave your cloud
And I worked to build a new yacht
So if you want to break dishes
I will put on gloves
And this time I will live happier
So you will be gone from my sunlight

Sharks in the Fishbowl

Oh today I do see
That there is a monster on the loose
It plays for rent
And wants your caboose
It eats its prey
And it spits out the bones
What will we say
Of those slippery bones

White X Mas Blues

What was your name
And what was your time
I missed to say
You were not genuine
I liked your hand shake
And your hugs were friendly too
But what about that comment
You made about you know who
I liked that you were honorable
And you made perfect sense
To be intelligently designed for life
It was always to be your fence
But today I stand firm
That your worth is less than some
As I look for my Tunnel Vision
And find that you are none
So good for your day
That you hate the Month of May
And good for your soul
That life is not for you

Making America More American

http://www.vosizneias.com/99195/2012/01/19/washington-washington-monument-gets-7-5m-for-repairs

Cheers and Happiness for David Rubenstein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ode to the man who said he hated that I mentioned that I was a poet

Oh fool that you are
I here that you are no star
It was obscene to meet your form
And the fact is you will never be warm
I came from the same people that were
Murdered in 6 million
And you come from a nation that did the crime

Lick of an Outlier

There is a good hope
That the money is not a rope
And that today is less mean
I hope that today this will be seen
That one who jungles himself fine
Will be treated as if genuine
And thus there is a welcome grace of friendship
Among those who are true to the world we know.

To the Director of the Ice Convention

True dignity and diligence
I do exclaim
There is success in your fame
For the word of the Above
Is what we all love
And to you there will be
Sentences of less pain
As I run your name
To the top of the Earth
And you laugh your last laugh
And I to you do unswerve

Forgetting the Zoo

I left my candy cane at the Orangutan cage
There was a bat at the Katmandu of the Walrus factory on line

Building a better baseball stadium

Today is a good day to spit and shine your shoes
I bet there is a good day to run the bases

Tax shelter economy structure blues

Oh Mr. Tax man
Its blue on your walk of happiness
For the day is blue and your money is too
So good for your lifestyle
And good for your kingdom
There is more for a blue man
Than a blue scorpion in May

The Wheel and the Weasel

G-d Bless America!

Spongebobs Paradise

There is a story we all know of games and times of old and there is a good deal for the children when they go to heaven.  Spongebob is in their friendship circle forever!

An Oade to the Brotherhood of Theta Chi

Old Theta Chi
I do exclaim
That you do your job
And you bring me fame
I love that you are well
And that your job is to endear
Our lives with a plume and our head with a good year

Thy military red and white endure
Trust in your Creed and I will do sure
Brotherhood is famous
The life of a brother will be forever.

ICU Martin Luther King, Jr.

Doing a great thing for the world
And doing  a wise thing for your soul
A good mind is born to an age of infirmity and sin
The world is a better place today
You never really went away

Meeting your wife online.....

I met her on twitter.
She was a baby sitter
I looked up her profile like the rest
She certainly looked to be the best
I loved her money and her job
It was good to know she was no knob

But today I am out of alkaseltzer surprise
I lost touch with my own eyes
She had a great bosom
And she paid her rent
With the money she stole
From the breakdown lane in her head

A Poem to Transperancy

Shalom its your year
I had to hold your great beer
I wrote you a note
And I said hello
Hello you old man from heaven
I want to be your friend
But you to me said nay
It was more to be your good day
So be my friend and take out the trash
I want to be more successful when you fall on your ass
So good for me and not so good for you my dear boy
I have a good day in the hive and you will have to pay the live
So good for the hive and good for the planet we enjoy
I have the gold and you have the magnet
And that magnet will get you business of course
But you might have to live with the fact of divorce
So that I can enjoy my ferry of leadership gone awry
And you can stay far from my home and lie
So good for you if you are brilliant
It would be your best interests to blow from here soon
I have it covered and you are a rune
So trust in your G-d if you must.
I have a nice car and it gets better mileage then your soul.
Good luck in LIFE MAN! 

(Trust in your G-d anyway.  The money is better in the skies!)

What to do with the Human Race in 60 letters or less

I want to hold the football while Humanity kicks and then pull it away.
-(Fox News)

A poem for the Classes in March

To the leader I exclaim
I am true to be just
I love that I may work
In a Church or a Bank

But to you I am an ingrate
And you are too good
For you wear a Uniform of War
And that is a good way

But they say I am "gay"
They say I was a whore
You made it in your life of taxes
And I am a snore (and freak)

So good for me
They got rid of DADT
So good for the world
You are no longer a man of the hour of raking the hay

There is a G-d and he is not planning to kill us
After all the Bible was brilliant
And the word gay and lezbian
Were no where to be found

So give me a justice of life
And speak of the leadership of peace
I am not Gay myself as the poet
But the fact is I am nice

And today I like my life
And you are not my friend
I like that there is justice
For every single friend of
Humanity.

Ode to the Man Who Writes America in June on his Bassoon

There is a very evil guy
He has a new eye
His name is Jon H.
And he worked way too late

His day is well planned
And he certainly is a good man
So if I speak freely
I will never need more poetry than this.

Trust in a man of the tune
And let him write a check in June
His money is golden yellow
And his tune is like a good fellow

But trust in him you let loose
His song is a dirge and less of a tooth
His merriment is lacking in lifespan time
But his money is trusted and that is genuine

So good for Jon Huntsman my Friend
He works hard and gains little respect
His words are pure and his heart is welded
I liked him the minute I heard he liked Harley spell-ed.

So good for this man who is running for the office of the great
I love to see him drive up in a Harley on a date.
So good for my money and great for my pen today
This guy is a reality and I love my Money too.

So be good in May if you want to go play
Jon Huntsman is a friend and you need his good advice
His name unlisted for now
But his face is so famous when he plays the bassoon

Ode to Angel Dust of the K-Man Generation

Oh G-d that I knew
I though you were a shoe
And I offered you a Mountain Dew

Oh Jesus of my life
I know you aint got a wife
And you were cool as hell I knew
As you suffered because I had no brain

I love that you are here
And I will always buy you a beer
And your day is a blessing
I wont be with you a messing

So be my best friend G-d
And walk in my tight neatly trimmed yard
And bring me a daffodil of life
So that I may simply kiss my lovely wife

And be my best friend like a dog
So that I can cut any log
And you will be my G-d
And I will be your humble mag pie delight

Speakeasy on the Chabad

Trust in the Rebbe
The mantra of the righteous of now says today
I must believe that he is wiser than am I
And thus for him I will play
I worked hard all my life
To find the greatest of wives
And thus I am now a rabbi myself
And the rebbe is my whole life
So good for me today
I loved that Jewish culture of the day
And to be trusted with the above
Surely the G-d himself must to me deem love
And to G-d himself again, I say this today
There is a rebbe of the prayers of all the men
Who wanted a messiah
And settled for a life of pain
They are all settled in heaven
For this man has come to our in a school yard of engineering and black hats
So this man is neat today
He says G-d is one
And man is two
So if you think that G-d is One
And man is just true
You better run far
For I am nearer to money than you
And my society will never fail
I have more money and more attention
And the black hat speaks for the blessing I own
And you will that I disown
So if you really like G-d and Torah
Thats great
I came to herd all of the sheep
And thus there is a really great messiah
His name is Schneerson and I am good too
So be good too and I'll let you say a prayer
And you will always love my dear poorly cut hair

Schmuley where have you been?

Dearest Shmuley of the TV fame
Where is it that you are today?
I search for the best
And I find you among the rest
But of course you are bitter and wry

Words can not describe
Your antipathic sense of diatribe
That book on kosher sex
It is filed among the rest
In the heap on the moon
With a solution for few
And thus I must admit
That the Jews lived for 3000 years or more
And never had to check their deck
For the ounce of self respect
That a fellow like you has lost
In the dogmatic way of cutting cost
So that you can build your ferry
To the other side of the
Blessed
Ocean of
Insanity and Freakishness
That separates you from Heaven
And me from your soul

A Poem to my Pocket Knife

Oh knife in my drawers
I do bend you in wild poses
And of course you are a Swiss
Of that I could not miss
A day of good hope
And a hope for good ideas
I must choose you to be slack
As I anticipate you are my plate

Ode to the Gracilis Major

Dear Scuba Star of the sun
I love that you own a gun
And you are so very indeed skilled
Was it that great to be endowed
With the light of the day
And the mark of the hay
And of course you are a bliss
It is always you that they want to kiss
And you are friends with the majority
But my party was a friendship you missed
As you offered a discussion on war
To the majors and the generals at a bar
And of course you were never that ill
But I never bet on your skill
To save the world and ace the hole
It was a bone you were grasping and never a home

An Ode to Sincere Distaste

Greed kills
And you really had the skills
I wrote you a letter
In my own soul and fetter
And you decried you were skilled
And we all watched you thrill
So what was the issue
When you walked away with a tissue
And I worried of your family
And you threw more facial hair parties
And thus I remain
Less of a camper and more of a man
And now I liked Ghandi more
And you were not such a great Tiger Star

How to Skin a Cat Backwards

Skinning a cat
Requires a much ado of skill
It is no small feat
And if you are not careful you will reap
All the tacks and all the ties
And all the large little sighs
Of the French and the Spanish
And the Russians and the Germans
And the children who want to be good
And the worriers who are not too cool
And of course there is a mess
That you will not soon confess
That your grapes of wrath are upon the table
And I am no bum or disable
So good luck in your quest
To seem to be better than the rest
As you really like the day of fun
But your room is filled with less than just the sun
So to you I will confess
I liked you among all of the rest and more
But of course I found it to be quite a bore
When you wanted to exert that there could be a war
To discuss the allies and the eyes
For finding a touchdown in the sky
And of course you are brilliant
And I liked that you could really do it
But I just can not skin the cat backwards
It was fun but it left me in a hatch of cat guts and hair.

A Poem to a Creep I know

Oh Creep of the day
I found you in dismay
You asked for money in a small and contrite fashion
And I had no money to give
So you walked away and smiled
And told me I was just the only child
That walked funny and shared nothing
And thus I was considered to be a freak
And you wanted more steak to reap
So if I bask in my own future wiser
I hope that you dont mind that I am more of an insider
In the ways of hope and scorn
I was really one that you might not want to warn
That today is a wise way to think
That we are really all sheep
And if you want to call me a name
Do not disguise it as your own ball game
As I have the insight and the skill
To disavow you at my own will
And today I will rest assured
That you were not to be the way to be lured
So today I know you are not exactly at your best
As I put you in the grass with the rest
And you hate that I may not be your favorite friend
But in the end it is you who may bend
And I will of course write more on the wall
That is here for one and all
And you have walked away
And never a new day to enjoy your stay
For the freedom of religion and merit
I never worked another day to light a cigarette
And if you want to laugh at my mind and being
Rest assured that I have a big large crayon
And it writes all the words that I wish to today
And you are not here at all to stay
So good luck in that world of self prism blessings
I am not quite sure you are going to be one to be
Seeming to be smart.

An Anthem of the Cheeb

Dirty soul of mine
An eagle will eat my eyes
A gerbil will dine on my innards
I have no turkey gizzard
I work in the paradise of life
And the life is blessed and smooth
Yet to you I disclaim foul
And I envy your cat's meow
But in truth its my own dignity that is beneath the day
And I suffer because I hate my own lay
So good news I wrote a new piece of uniform
And here I sit wearing a prison jersey and a golden jewish star
I love my own filth and vermin
And I dine on the vacuum of my own love of that Hitler the German
So good news for the victims of the holocaust that I hate (sort of)
I have worn your suit to ask for a new flute and a bottle of whiskey to drown my sorrow
So if you dont see me today and dont want to see me tomorrow
Build yourself a furnace and remember that I wanted your loot
I am a Jew with a golden star of david on my lapel
I put it there myself and I went straight to hell