A song about matzos

Oh Matzos you sing amen!
But I am here to be your friend
As I staple my diet with your better maze
I eat you with all the trust of the grave
For your being is the best that there can be
And I am happy to sit thee on my knee
But of course there is once a song
About matzos that was not that long
It said you were happy with bitter herbs
And I never worried about your bakery soiling my clothes

So be it as it may or may not
I will delight with you really well
Year round you keep me from ill
And I really liked that apple Haroses.

An Oade to Matzos

Oh Matzos that you are
I break to eat your abyss of happiness
For you are a friend of liberty
And I have a massive sandwich planned.

A psalm about Matzos

Trust is the best
And you like all the rest
Can be eaten at the right time
And enjoyed as a great thrill
But the outcome of your large investment
Is never really the terrible divestment
For starches are honey to the jaws
And I have massive claws
So I will eat you at the best day of my time
And you will be my matzos.

The minor taylor

There was once a man from his own wall
And he wanted to be king of them all

So he went on the way to the utopia that there was
And he thanked his plain clothed god from above

He shook a number of nice peoples hands
And he wanted to be seen across the land

And then he walked on the childrens fate
And he said he was only much too late

So the world never saw its own honor decried
And the fellow continued to survive

Yet what of his trust in the justice of the day
He was far too reluctant to say

That there was justice at stake
And not just a way for the rake.

To the cry in my eye

Suppose you will
Suppose I won't
Suppose I am well
Suppose you were not

So away with the bid on my soul

That yoi were sure to dwell

And away with the cry in my eye

Ultimate last cigarette

I lost the bet with my watch

That I would never get off the couch

And read a book or write a novel

And thus I smoked my last cigarette

And it never took me by force again

Liberty flawed

The egg was hatched
And their wars all forgotten
But what about
Their headless chicken

They stole the Flash Light of tomorrow

Silence it was
And trust it was not
That the Olympics could withstand
One Nations Testimony
To the wickedness of the world
And the incapacity for humanity
With deference to the ganiff
They stood at the above
A new era of freedom
With no respect paid
To the world that was lost
40 years ago.

A frog at the ballpark

Squash

Never Light that Angel Up again

She was pretty and she was nice

And I asked her for all sorts of advice

But I was wicked even though I lusted

For the life that was high and trusted

So when I say my prayers and ask for more

Wont you see that I am your best store?

Clean to the last drop

I am a king of the children
I love that I work hard and mend
I was wealthy and they were sometimes unjust

But I was the blessing that I could be

I worked hard as I could
And I dressed as nice as could be

So when it came to favorites
Who wouldn't pick only me

But once there was a tune
And it was sung by the single few

That I was not too keen
On writing back to you

But I felt I had my rights
And you had no business in mine

And you were not too daft
To be in the life that I designed

But if you come again to my day
I will never be close to be your friend

And in the very end
It will be known that I

Was just the nicest of guys

Suppose you lost your shoe

I was here for you today
I was happy to say hellay

But you took me for granted and lost
The shoe you spent with extra cost

So today I go my own way
And you hobble through the future

Without your shoe
Even though you said you had two

Clickety Clack, Dont come Back

I tried to be their friend
They asked me to be no mend

I took my life for good
They stated that was given and should

But I told them I liked to eat rice
And they told me never to come back.

To my Soliloquoy of three

I spent and I saved
I worked and I knaved
But you smiled at the day
That I looked like a tree

And you suggested I wear
Christmas ornaments to work

The conspiracy to shackle a patriot

Once upon a time
In a place close and near
There was a treason
And it sounded ever so dear

So I spoke my little word
And I walked my dignified stance
And to my life they asked for gold
And never gave me a positive glance

But truth upheld the day
And I never spoke with them again
It was good to be with trust
In the Good U S of A

A poem to the atheist

Dear little tyke whom now I know
Did you like your silver bow

I offered you a candy apple
Yet you ran away without the bible

I was amused but you were confused
I offered you a can of mustard

And you took it and ran

On the News

The news is so illiterate
The world is so split
The future undecided
The answers blipped

An oad to my two yads

Oh generous friends

With you Ive had

Trust so deep

I could touch the sheep

The life of a jew today

Means never go astray

And yads you guide through

Tribute to my dear ally and possible friend

Dear pillow on my bed

On you I rest my head

You warm from my touch

What did you do to be stuffed

I rest upon you each day

You know my schedule and you say hey

I love that I can tell you my secrets

On you I hedge my bets

The world is better that I have you

You really know me through and through

So I leave you one more time

When I return again you will certainly be...

Genuine

Favor loves justice

With peace we endure

Eavesdropping on the Abyss

They claimed they had flowers
They wished everyone a kiss

They collided with sunshine
They lost a world of ships

Rack them up

Lady byline

She dresses in crimson

She holds her purse

She eats with the children

And she curses the light

The Light

Trust in above

The very judge

To keep your arm

In all it deserves

But batch of life above

Instead of "let there be love"

He said Let there be light

And all stood in honor

On Time

Time

A marvel from heaven
A blasphemy from death

A world reunited
With each passing breath

But what of the fear
And the very near

A road to the abyss
If we dont get the very kiss

But we get sunlight for our times
And the soul shares its dimes

And the light stays ahead of the show

To the drill that wants to break heavens blood

I know you hate my God but you still dress like you supposedly care... No soup sugar or spice for your soul. Have an egg

Quitting the friends but keeping the mends

I never studied Talmud
I have a few books

I liked the tattoo
That never got much a look

But I never tattooed my soul
And I never drank from a stank bowl

I worked my whole life
I may or may not have had a wife

But the world was not my abyss
And I never studied Gemarrah in depth

I never wore the robes of the rabbi they all wish to become
But I still had my genius thumb.

Mistakes need not be my future

I wrote the book of my life
I may or may not have married a wife

But the future was not that bleak
As I rehashed the ignorance of my weak

The tattoo I never got was not to be found
I never worked not big or too round

In the engines of the wicked
Or the hearts of the worlds poor

I worked for the trust
That I place in the very orderly floor

Sitting on Liberty's knee

Oh knee of the right and the trusted
I love that you are my friend

I sit high on your knee
And will be there for you until the end

Dogs angry grace

To the ships
That were on their lips

Your liberty had a seat
And the enemy cut deep

A wound of the soul
A harm to the bowl

Never a word from a trusted man
The world was never to be damned

But the ship of life came right by the sky
And fretted the whores away

And all was good in the end
On my last day

How to avoid falling upon your own sword

The cigar is your friend
The world will never end

Trust that you are meant to be
Your future is always on your own knee

So let that fate come that may be
To be your own need and your spree

The world for a man has limits he may know
But its decorated with a good bow

So trust that the Lord will take you up
Bright men can do work

And the space time and race at hand
Will not end the time for you on the land

And humanity and you should coexist
Take that anvil off your wrist.

Jumping on that bed

Oh how I loved when I was two... The bed of my father and even his shoe. A thunderstorm was my time to make a friend. I slept upon it till a very end. But time alike, my ship may someday set sail.. and befriend my future souls friend.. till the very end... And all will be well in Washington

Ode to my sacred parents bed

Oh how I loved your face

To the light

Oh light that today is 5772 years at light:
I cashed you in on sight

The obituary for me from the tooth fairy

He died today. He gave me a few teeth. I just don't understand; why he was so hard to reach.

My obituary

Today presumably the day was old and centered at my end. I really loved to hold the pen. The light wss strong. In my youth I for many went wrong. But then the L-rd of all ages gave me one of his pages and the rest is history.

Drugged senators

They watched too much TV

They paid for their spree

The drugs smelled good

They chose the loot

And they really got busted

What the weasel wanted

He spoke out of turn

He wrote surrounding the bone

He answered efficiently on the phone

And all he wanted was a home

Hobble gobble

Dear President Bush,

What are those panty hose doing on your head

Stun the camera with the Pocket knife!

I bit the shoe
Of the king of the strawberry fields

Taylor the extreme

I wrote the nasty words of the fray
I said hello and never hellay

So good for the crops
Of the wizards last bliss

I am going to get
Just one final
Kiss

Borderline insanity in the poem

I wrote it fun
I wrote it all
It was happy for me to write
I took you and never would fall

So if you think I am harsh
Or unjust with words

Look at the front lawn
And realize that it keeps growing

Ode to the carrot that wanted to screw the world

Happy is your puff of life
Your little name and your happy knife

I cut your broccoli up and spit it all out
Your ugliness was never too stout

But the kiddies in the mall all agree
You just wanted them on your knee

Ode to the trash can that wants to fly

I see you are here
I respected your beer
You cut me off at the door
I left your ugly store

Bones hate to be broken

I never got to the first grade without knowing that murder is a death sentence punishable by the highest judge in the world.

Do all whores go to hell

To the dismal sycophant that I know
Your day was your own fallacious rainbow
Your whoredom was never alived
And the ships set sail without your shoes.

Buggers I never liked Sex Trades. Just to make that point clear. I am a Jew

No thanks to the whores and their lust
I never want to see them in their bust

So good for my license to eat among the common man
I have a hand and I have a soul

Totem pole in the Orange Bowl of Tomorrow

I guess this is where the world goes
When its on its high and mighty toes

The children never liked the pornography enough
There was never a good enough word for love

But the wives of the men agree
That noone wants to see him on his knee.

Good heavens I spelled Abyss with a K

Take the rodents and take the slaves
And take the whores and take a few knaves

The lies are always there
But the truth will never scare

Working in the abyss
There is a letter K

And it hurts the night
And it tempts the day

But the sex slaves never mind their lust
From ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.

Buggers I lied

To hell with the sex trade.
Their toys are rodents and their rodents are slaves.

Buggers you lost your sanity

I love the sex trade that I do not enjoy
But I never took a single toy

Talking Donkeys get headed to heaven too

I liked their smell when they were clean
They never liked the big machine
Their eyes were pony like and tame

Their names were happy and not lame

But the sex craze and the doll store above
They never made much for the toy store to love

The republicans rarely voted for the dems
And the world continued to mend.

Burgers get crossed

The eyes of the forest were playful
And the damned never saw it coming

So good for the elephants
They might have their blessed convention.

Red Fern of the Dreaded sex trade

Sticks and stones will mar my bones
And elephants I will rarely elect
But the book of life was never my wife
And I said I was repented

So good for the major in the abyss of change
The day was never that blackened

When I told them I worked with
A slave from the sex convention.

Bean soup gentleman

I liked him from birth
This was my very first
The talk of the town was his glee
His foot was near to his knee

But his day was a plastic fortitude
Of bricks and payments and dawn

So what of his name
When I guess I give a little yawn

Tongue Depressor Villian

They called him big charlie
His call sing was Silly B C
But his wording was warped
And his nose was a light
So his day was business as usual
And they never told him that his tongue depressor was stuck on his suit pocket

Fish golfer

There was once a man named Moe
He checked every single toe
He worked in the glass trade express
And his watch was always never his dress

But his name was less than the fudge
And his hard work paid off for his rent
So his spoon was his fork
And his spoon was bent

And he never got to the golf course alive.

Ape of the candy cane

Walking into the christmas booth
There was a great ape
And he liked the candy canes
Especially those with a
Green wrapper
And a
Chocolate bow

Eggnog flipper

She walked into the phone booth

Took off her bonnett

Sliced an orange

And the world was mugged

Swallow them all up

The choice by he who becomes a republican

Moonbeams for the mice

Sunshine for the lobster trap

I chose to be a democrat

The elephants have hearts

Republican or democrat

You oee the day to life

Sonnet for abridgement

Sunshine in my hand

I love you so much

Frogs lights repair

Told you so

Please do not smoke cigarettes

Feelings never get towered by the day

Life is blessed
And the cigars we smoke are enjoyed
The world is never your biggest trouble
But the smile on you face when you
Get more nicotine in your lips
Is ever so glad
To be smiled
But the end never justifies the means
And we all die in the long run

Phonebook for the dignity of the law

Treasures exist
I love that there is a healer
Who puts me in the canary house
And lets me sing as much as I can

Glass of comraderie

Stick of life
That was never the hive
The world was your friend
Your nails in your coffin are bent

Ambassador of human interest

The world was true
And the world never was a lie
So the adulturess of truth was left behind
The schizm of the freaks
Hated the day of the worlds laws
But G-d was true
And forgave them their lies.

Adulturess of the truth

She came and went
Her lips did their job
The world was libelized
And her mouth prayed to the storm

What I did for Christmas

Sin and sin and sin
Was once the tune of the mind
But the candy cane was freedom

Ghost in the call

Streams never align
Words never design
The likeness of Hashem is marred
The word of the world is harmed

But what is the fix
To the ship that will not sail

The world that will not call

The sun that shines without a heart

Mill house if you exist

I linked you to the wall

I thought you were not that small

But if you are a fact

I love that you were not hacked

But of course we need the mice

To all line up and eat rice

The world is not a timeless sort

Our needs are expanded in life

God of all Ages remembers forever

Trust in your G-d to guide you tomorrow
As you go through today

And hold a candle to your soul
And never walk away

Trust in the above is always pure

And we hopefully will never see another war

Of the peace and the stronghold of power
That the enemy tried to devour

So G-d is here today for us all
We live to see tomorrow and be in this better land.

Death and Destruction has no name

Wicked it did pleasure its own hole
That was written in power and never in a soul

The future was never in the hands of the wicked
The world was never in the tight spot

The soul became the enlivened one
And the world never Forgot

Never Again 2

They stole our future
They hated our way of life

They hurt our children
They cursed their own life

G-d was true to our names
And He kept our world a light

So with photographs and a journal
The world was won back from death and destruction

A new world for the future
A world of the Holy One

The truth must be seen

It started as a war

From every village to every shore

The wicked did exult

That their world was right and their way the should

So we took back the honorable human future from their evil hands

The world was never alone and we all would understand

That the evil of the past was not to ever last

And hatred that did exist might not get another ever kiss

But life was meant to be true and life a better day for me and you

So we built a museum and then another and another

And the world would know

Never Again

They stole our businesses
They broke any law

There was a ransom on heaven
And there was an answer from the law

But the world never forgot
And the world never forgave either

So G-d kept the world in check
With the honor he repaid

And life was busy again
And life was never snuffed out

The holocaust was never for the future
And the Honest gave up their fitness

To bring a new age of justice
To the halls of the infamous

So that Humanity would endure
And the world would see never another war

Of the type that was fought
With a penny and a blown harp

Folded goes the scary lie

What all in all goes to the heart
He was guilty from the start
Lies did not take hold
No matter how great or how bold

The sticks of inhumanity have found their rest

Who would have thought we could walk with all the rest

Sheep in the starlight

Tell tale signs
Consume really nice days

But smiles never erase
The memory of

Things that dont add up

And frights that kill at will

Boulders sometimes fall

Minds will gently reap

The french horn and the sheep

Mines of gladness bake a tune

The light finds the true

For laughs are fast

And gold never will last

But the Torah will endure

And health will be pure

And an allotment of courage exists

For the sacred and the rich

That Hashem signs the deed

And life gets its seed

So the damned be not great

And long will we wait

For God to shine his watch

And bless those above

The pessimism of their sin

And the frog of their lie

Silence of the dreidles

What was that curse
Ever so slightly spoken
That Torah wasn't strong
And the laws could be compromised

The ladders fall
And spirits rise
But just as bows flex
The Cry of the Angels is just

Shalom we all live and say Kaddish
But the hornets sting more
And ants break more homes

So cursed be thy way
If from Torah you choose to stray

To jinsonye wherever you are

So love...
Thy name smiles to the test

The care speeds up
You own the flute

But thy spoken word lied
And fortunes died

And cabinets of justice shut

For the earth laughs last

To the cheated things in life

A compass

A pass card

Three thieves

Hobbling into their yard

Ode to gag

I stole the rag
That was forced down my throat

I burned it at once
Thats all she wrote

Duck that could

Sure as the day
The duck could fray

The fawning of the doves
Sure as God above

To beat the sun to the lake
To eat beside the snake

The duck that could
Was named Duck of War

They say the door is painted white

I saw the front door in the foyer of the soul of America
It was beautiful and painted in silver.
The silver was blue and the blue was red
But the red was green and the green was orange too

So when it comes to me and you
What do you say
Is it bright silver in the US of A?

A moment of intrigue

Oh statue that you are

Why did you just move your right arm?

Slingshot justice

Abracadabra you sing
My heart is a ring
You ask for future due
I say there coul be you

You speak way out of turn
I want my right to earn

The democracy is built on trust
Your goals are not a must

The red and white are true
What have we learned from

Detestable tyranny

Bags of salt

Thirty went swiftly

Like an eagle leaving the prey

Releasing the salty brine

Talk of dross is cheap

Stashing the goat

It eloped in the mud
It paid its price
It scolded the children
We swerved to avoid the sickly goat

Libel memorizes its name

Shrinking orange peppers

A drill bit in its shed

The world grts a break

The freight train skips some tracks

Forage for your own

Supply to the wind

The ants get the farm

The owl gets the barn

The drip gets turned off

Song complete

At this point in the blog, all previous poems until those of the book "Aspirations" will be published in the newly formatted collection called "Childhood Dreams".

Sewing the angels

Shalom for health
Blessings for wealth

Sunlight at tree top

The sound of the latest crop

A teardrop at sages rememberance

And three tops to spin away

Sunlit fronds

Star acceptable.

Line elevated.

World swinging

Soul mending

Home lively

World friendly at last

Fishing was difficult with sanity to keep on the lure

Still frogs die
There is a nickle in the sky

An arm on the chair
A doll to bear

The sap in the air
Cameras not prepared

A lure in hand to sing

The song never dies

Home with the daffodils

Surround me in reason
Trust will stay in season

A hold for your lips
With dale do we sit

And consume at will

The words on the wall

Life honors silence

Of the words that were lost
And the price and the cost
Im going to extremes
Or so it may seem
To spend this minute in my ear
A dollar for a beer
A sage before the storm

What right does there be
To get between you and me

And silence followed me to the end

Tavern in my dreams

I stole your tap

You asked me back

I wrote on your stalls wall

You had me all

The barflys were mean

I was meant to be seen

So you shifted me away

And the doors never closed

Colliding with safety

In the pages
And the sentences
Of tried and sure
I get my incentive
To write anew

Somthing fresh without pain
A word for the year
News of days close

A herald to the poetry
Of safely written verse

And words without an end

Texas my home in the stars

Oh Texas how firm are your watermelon fields

How wise are your allies

How beautiful are your homes

What I love about Texas is that you can get a great beer and enjoy the bars

Of course Texans may never consider me full blooded since I am a nice northerner.

But I will never leave Texas and Texas never left me.

Holy free men

Promises are kept

Ships roll in

A name is to be just

A world to be us

We love the written word

We lose the evil code



My goals are many times met in time

The time really genuine

Trees were truly a close friend

Life said go right ahead

So I looked at the nightly light

To God and truth and right

And then I awoke at dawn

The time was not yet just a ne'er gone

Kabinet to love

The miracle I always loved

Came from God above

A gavel that will cross me

Dear God that remains

I see without refrain

A time without my sided good

To the drip in my water bed

Oh patriot you slew me once a time ago

You got me when I was slow

I asked for your advice

You said it was the mice

So I hope you mind none the less

If I clean up the little mess

Right arms deviate

To relax the wall
And refrain from the call

To do as you want in the night
To care for your own delight

I see you again
A man who has no pen

A poem about the deep
A man without the sheep

Your day is somewhat done
You are not a lowly one

Your mind says you love the mood
You hate to be misunderstood

So be it as it may
You have your happy day

A day of fast things and askances from the right

I am sure you will hang in there tight

Closed doors

We go for a stroll
We taste the light

We answer to none
We take our first flight

But be there a real fact
We never look back

And G-d doesn't let us
Sit twice

Wee is the little frisbee

Too bad you lost your maze

I lost a new car but I had a good day

Treasure chest envy

I like your tadpole
You like my beer

I like your steering
Looks like a good year

On feeling Good

Thanks for the life I live

Its a good day and I feel really well today

Thanks for the support if you are a reader

There is no reason to write a poem when you feel good unless you are elating the day. Maybe another time

Ode to my capacity as kappa gamma alpha

Lost is the hope at age 10
Stunned is the heart at 40

Ode to my single girlfriend

Glee has found a spree
You have got a crayon

Clams are smiling
The sun is out again

Ode to the containment field

Thanks to things like Miracles

We all have a clue

To the fly wheel in the mound of dirt

You said I didnt care
You threw dirt in my face

You offered me words
No angel could erase

But what of your war
And to your greatest dismay

I was born in a storm
In the merry month of May

So best of luck if you do
Want to spin that wheel that we knew

Your calibre is not above
Your rent is not approved

You hated I had a stick
You remain quite sick

Your answer is your own doom
And for you I have no room

Ode to day 236 in the year of humanity

Trust in the G-d above
Never worry about the stove

The freedom we feel is true
We love that we are just

For America turns 236 in a moment
Its a day of sunshine and glory

Our photograph is on the wall
Its quite blessed and not at all small

Our nation is trusted in the world at large
Our good is blessed from the lamplight to the charge

So bless the Good Old U S of A
Its a beautiful new worthy great day!

Ode to the plastic I bit on

Thank you for the soup
I was ready to elope for the sloop

You canceled my ugly advice
I lost the nearness to your dear wife

But you were truly a smarter guy
I was not really reaching for the dear sky

The pixies were all in the line
I was ready to eat with the sublime

So you said you were in good vogue
I showed you my last card and you send me to my home

It was a fun year and you laughed with the best
I never saw you for years if at all and you were not headed west

Be your day is a good time of course
And my life never truly went through any divorce

But G-d is my friend of the best that I know
What did you really have for me to visit in show

The game you offered was a good one true at truth
Your money was never lost and I never had a tooth

But you offered your soul to the space lab in the night
I might never see you and hope you are not a fright

So be that I loved your family that I knew
You can stand with me and I will go to throw caution to the wind

Trust is amiable of course
But lets not ourselves go through a divorce.

Ode to the red white and blue

How cool I am to say
I was born in the US of A
I bought a rival squirt gun for my fame
You never thought I might be to blame

But Ney York is the heart of the beginnings of man in this fine day
I loved that I was invited to stay

Trust that G-d has a purpose for all
No matter how big, how gorgeous or how small

So trust in the Flag with the stars
Its there with all the golden bars

What I can say about life and honor and trust today
I say with a good day of time honored from May

I stay in the flute of the dignity of this year today
Its great to stay in a world with a higher promise and pay

Ode to the black curds and whey

So long and thanks for the dishes
I was hoping you might meet my truly good wishes

But you hated that there was a penny in the glass
You wanted to really kick my very ass

But I left the backyard of the satanic occult
And you lost your nose in the guilt of the dolt

But who are we today at this fine ninth hour
A dish or a scrub or a penny you can scour

What does the fine English man do
When the curds are red white a blue

We clasp the hands of our own front yard
And we hold that there is a candle of the honor and the guard

Be silent on the ship of merry men
Your name is blessed and I am with a friend

To he who lost the debt

Cool beans you are a man
You have the hold over this entire land

For the daisys are not that real or just
And you hate the apple and the must

But be advised real soon
You will have to carry a different tune

For the rights of man endure for sure
And life is always truly pure

So walk away from that evil debt if you must
There is a True G-d who you can really trust

It goes to ware of your name
That you will be with the soul that will remain

Your lamp is not the lava lamp of lapsed days
Your light is not the cold heart of a black day

So trust in G-d above
And be a nice human with a love

The enemies of the past
Were not here to last

And your own idea of a confession of death
Was not the evil that you seem to with it laugh

For trust in G-d is always real
I have no concern for the unregarded teal

To the kid that doesnt know that the flying saucers are real

Drink to the success
Of the fortunate best

The lie like logs below
They hate that you think they are all hollow

But air is good and trust is real
A man in the world can feel that there is truth

First there was Adam and then there was Eve

So much for your glory and
For my own health be true

There is a G-d above
He is as real as the red white and blue

How to suffuse a helium balloon

I can fly I can fly
I can touch the very sky!

The light is well
The smell is clear

I have left the nose of reality
And the touchdown might be my

Own nose
on the pavement

As I fall from the height
That gets me so happy
In the helium I have inhaled

From my pretty trusted pink helium balloon

Ode to the Camberstone

Suffice it you may
I was never fraudulent or "gay"

But you cancelled my check
And you spoke that I could not pay the rent

I worked in the dirge of the day
You sampled my voice like it was the hay

And you walked away from my queer soul
I was never the fish and never the bowl

But the sample of the moon is at large
You write the sonnet and I'll write the Love

Ode to the sigh

Thanks for the lampoon
I might get out of this room

I loved that I was well
But you sent me straight to hell

You liked that I was frowning
When it was my second little 'gowning'

But I am not quite at the end
Of my future with any little friend

You call my little "father" today
And when I lose the mix

You erase my look and my need
You spite that there is a G-d

And you trash my own front yard

Kings festival, scratch that idea

There are some that might suggest
That todays kings be less of the mess

That goes on in the stonghold of the mall
We wanted our people to be big and tall

So you might not be happy to the day at all
If you are short stocky or small

Your 'lies' are always in the stream
The chocolate is not what they mean

You can not compete in the stall of life
You will maybe never take a wife

But if you ask me again
I'll tell you there are a true friend

Of the tried and true and sufferagette in the mix
There is always going to be a good ship

Kiss of the plenty, a death that will see many

I loved you at first sight
You are intelligent and a real evil delight

A woman with an axe

A majestic wind of a cross of tax

So I jumped into your car at great speed

You told me I could be your new "weed"

You worked me into the storm

And I walked away with dust in my eye

Taste of freedom for the trusted ally of G-d

I love your new home
You loved that I went to Rome

You looked square in the face
A great addition to the human race

But answer me you did not
When I bought your book and read it aloud

I wanted a word with a God
But you were few in between to be heard

So today I might never stay
In the grace of your own need

I see you are together and well
I might go straight to hell

But life is always my friend
I'll remember you until the end

You laughed at my true anxiety
And you cupped your hand at my three

But life was never my dear issue
I had plenty a good deal of true tissue

So life was there when I called
I was never so big and not so very small

But life didn't say you were indeed insightful
You walked into a dear gerbils maze and got out alone

Thrill to the majestic little pill

Tasted like grass you did indeed
I thought you were a ship of the real free

But in the end it was true
Your afterthought was as good as a shrew

You thought it was me you knew so well
I am not headed quite to that hell

But your faith was not too exact
I lost your new life on a can of the tic tac

But you remain an anonymous friend
I'll know you until the end

Ode to the Manufacturer of the defective toy

To thee I do acclaim
You have worked for your own damn fame
You smile alot at the best as it is
But what did you say to the kids

Ode to masculine invader from the other canada

Oh dear dear old friend
I ask you another time again
What did you seem to be so slight
That you thought I wanted to fight

I was true to myself and G-d
And you hated that you were a log
And you spoke of the genuine
Yet you dined like the pseudo devine

So you will have to excuse my toast
So to you I will now indeed boast
That your ship has not come in
And you must now swim

And I myself will dine
With the host who is true to the line
I will do quite well
You might not like my true well

Ballad to the big and the small and the frog leg in the mall

Thanks for the design
I loved that you thought to be genuine
You loved me for a split second
I was there for your planned becon

But called to me you were not
I was less of a man and more of a snot
I loved that you were true in my day
But you hated that I was born in May

So good for the anathema of the need
I love to steal your ship of thunder
And deliver it to a harbor
That you can not perceive

There is a good way
And I am at it today
So if you hate my new digs
I am here for your bad logs

Ode to the Loop of Henle

Dear anatomical structure that you are
I see you near and at far

Filter me you do best
Was it good for the rest

But trust in me you did not
You angered me ever so hot

For you hate the word of a God
And you love so much to tug

On the strings of my hands
Will you always inhabit these lands

A man without the precise
Who hates us like we are mice

Your inconsistency is at it in true
And you have very little blue

So that when I go swing
You shall never sing

Of the friendship and the trust
That we shall never have

Ode to the hole in my mind

Dear death that you are
You see never a star

You locked your deadly arms
You sounded your deadly prayers

You said you did right
I see you truly as a fright

And death still attempts to consume
My very happy room

But trust is the best
I heard you will go west

And I the lonely soul
Shall have a prayer with the Heavens

Lamp light orchestra to the unresolved

Stay by me today
I love that you are true
Your love never forgot
That I was your friend and confidant
Your name is always friendly
Your soul a good and plenty
Your friendships endure
You are always in my true trust
I will sing to you I must
But what of that dear war
What of that dear stool
I hope that it is not a fret
I hope that we never have a cigarette
But you are my friend of my time indeed
You answered that dear lead
So good for your new day
I will remain a carrot
In the stew of life

Living with the hatred of the mine shaft

I love that I live well
You can not complain of a smell
I live to be seen and heard
You want to starve me of my freedom

Ode to their inhumanity

To thee I call you so
A shrew or an untame foe
Your cash is plenty and your dose is heavy
What was that lump of coal in your mouth

To the ice berg lettuce in my shoot

Trust in you today
I love that you are not my eye patch
You love that I am your friend
You'll be with me to the end
The children all call you stiff and musty
I call you blessed not dusty
But life is true to our form
And you remain quite warm
You are my trusted doctor I trust
I go to you when I must
I love that you are honorable and decyperable
You love that I am your friend

To the eye patch

Say you love me so

You never saw the snow

And bookends you are not

Dare we call you snot

So that you coverup my special sadly little eye

Was it to you I need apply

For the world is better alone

And I will be off the phone

But time and time again

I remain a trusted man

An elephants memory is mine

You are less than genuine

So G-d be my true acute

And let me off the hook

There are no psychiatrists for you in heaven

And Lord knows I have had some seven

A man in a fine suit

With your cash and your loot

If I smile will you frown

Does life to you surround

And men have a heavenly lip

Would you an egg slip

If you befriend me true today

Who will you be come next May

I see sunshine in your eyes

But what say you of poetry

Ode to defining humanity

Sticks improve


The life from above

In G-d we do trust

It is a deciding must

The stars are all lit

On ships of treasure and truth

So we enlist

The greatest gift

A sound of song

Will it be prolonged

Our ride in the maze

We hardly have our grave

And essential books for form

Quietude was the norm

Tippy Toes Ballad

Tippy toe indeed
I thought you might give speed

To the man of the hour

The clock with a tower

A candle with no wax

A dirge on a blade of grass

The candy is never that thin

But the indignity will never win

Such is the plan of the wise

An anvil of a nickle on the rise

Toast the Russians

Clickity Clack
The black was black
The red was orange
The tea was weak

The soda was impure
The water was never too soar
So good day to the cheese
I left the little maze

Truth enables the must

What did I say
And what did I do
To say the word
And tame the shrew

She said hello
I said hi fast
She said I might be good
To be the very last

But truth it was not in trust
I never lost the major part of the bust
A screw of sanity might be out of place
But you were neat to be in the true race

So attention now you are heralded no more
I have a new foot on the ancient floor
The candy you gave was ripe indeed
To the best I put myself over my knee

So today I hand the keys of the buick to the other
It was never a place for the best for my mother

A kid might love a vehicle for fun
The trust might not be the only one
But the challenge of the tea cup is true
What do you get without red white and blue

Goodbye Car and Vehicle

Goodbye Vehicle of my age starting at 23.

You were good for fun and I was good to me

You lost a lot of steam over time but I was never that ungodly ungenuine

Your time is gone and I bid thee farewell.

Time to play in another hood.

Fly the American Flag

Twice a day
In the month of May
A loon is happy
And a can of worms expires

So the life is good
And liberty a must
A life is blessed
And our G-d in Trust

We hang the flag dearly high
And it will reach unto the sky
The world is well and healthy
The health is always a trust

Mitt Romney Blues

I lost the war of happiness
I got the elected mate
Mitt was his name
He sounded so great

So today I am embellished
In my home what was so dear
The truck has come to move
And I am out of here

The cheap skates in D.C.
Put a chip on my knee
I lost the home in a way
That they offered for my new day

So today I've got the Mitt Romney Blues
It started out so high and true
He sang to us about the risks of spending
And in the end we needed some mending

Today, I have the Mitt Romney Blues