The Air I Breathe – 5/9/2024
People and their pomposity, disrespecting my generosity Don't try to sell me your silk, I got your boy on tilt I’m a so called cheugy gen x girl still flexing rhyme Keeping no cap time, reading by mind or by paper Do me a favor, sock the opps flows mocking my prose I’ve survived dirtier mosh pits than those Chin waging fists of spit Graffiti frack sits on my wall too but it doesn’t fall or crack to crooks Can’t quit the allow of my hooks, bow the attack or ban my books I never catch a title cuz this is still my recital Hypocritical discourse, blame and spin Devouring from within so no one slips a win I’m keeping it peaceful, keeping it simple Got some real shit I like to stress in the middle Could tell you ‘bout the past but still got a couple nights Life rolling fast through grey cell green lights I'm pulling the weeds, exposing the needs of the phony and the restless I wrecked this cause you brought some serious hazardous asbestos Cheeky press out on recess calling the shots Ego tripper bots rubbing elbows, swiping tempos Pushing counterfeit demos with Down vote spinners at rehearsal dinners Rubber stamp trustees dismissing courtesy A public curtsy in my resting punk face An attempt to dub the race but I've already scrubbed that juvie curse Cuz my “make a deal” purse doesn’t possess arrest from grace Don’t need a crisp pair of jeans or some big ol' diamond cuts Just the finest Docs on the school bus I'm fresh like escrow overflow I'm a known logo just about to follow My momma's Bronx I like to borrow Rode in a car without a map Seat belt hand bar holding my lap This rap falls silent to trauma today but look it snuck in anyway Dewey decimal system brain cell catalog Protecting my analog of tarot card scars Memoirs of an imperfect angel who loves to sing Despite newly acquired foe who gained a step up Off the back of my wings Lollipop stuck to the dashboard Coffee cup filled with fast forward Sipping the flask full of pressed apple The fragile psyche waxed on vinyl Ballet out rival on replay Etched souvenirs fleeing closing day Gotta be in it for jealous thieves This my set of the air I breathe
Bondage – 4/11/2024
Have you sinned today? Bondage Corporate disciples as billboard bibles Guiding the way Down the ever glorious Utopian highway Propaganda poppies will make them sleep Into adoring obedient sheep Will you join them, will you join them Dead bolt lock without a key Mental block society Will you join them, will you join them Cannibalistic animosity pharmacy or psychiatry Physicians, politicians, police and priests Toxic restraints hypnotic constraints If ignorance is bliss Here’s what ya missed Redemption by banning contraception Bondage, Bondage Been here before We breed the ignorant to cause more wars Have you sinned today? The golden cross majestic church proudly built on donations Reflecting a stained glass guilt for generations Down the block a woman with child bleeding out in a hospital parking lot Nearby rows of sky lined glass window boxes boarding human ants Hoarding possessions from laboring inside their sweat shop plants The colony picking through lost laundry piles arranged as organized files Broken orange cones shielding pedestrians from crime scene debris Road side vendors selling roses and knock off luxury Handbags with crooked stitched tags imitating prolific status Concealing the homeless sleeping bag beggar’s sadness The girl with the piercing blue eyes inside her parent’s makeshift tent 2 weeks late on their monthly rent A street corner family, where’s the church, where’s the humanity Have you sinned today? Bondage Propaganda poppies will make them sleep Into adoring obedient sheep Will you join them, will you join them? Bondage, bondage Been here before We breed the ignorant to cause more wars Bondage, bondage, bondage, bondage Will you join them or will you expose them?
Self Inflicted – 2/9/2024
Her self-infliction never caused her pain Outside wounds will always remain Holding broken glass staring down below A rubber banded vein blocking her blood flow She insists, she insists, she insists She insists the scars on her wrist she insists the scars on her wrist she insists the scars on her wrist are faded now Her inside arm, a reaper tattoo Monster arrived it was evil she knew Sadly reduced as a toe tagged Jane Doe She was someone I used to know (Spoken word) Atop a personal burden her mind an endless rocking chair Cracked stone steps of her babbling despair Catching the litter against the Jersey barrier reef A blowing autumn leaf out of place Admiring passengers in the rat race Waiting for her city bus Standing next to a used car lot owned by Gus Near the broken pay phone where her body now lies alone On the same side of the street splattered with graffiti grief She insists the scars on her wrists she insists the scars on her wrists she insists the scars on her wrist are faded now She was caught somewhere between the light struggling to get in and the dark struggling to get out
Spoken Word for Pharmaceuticals – 11/24/2020 Updated: 4/18/2024
Handcuffed in a rubber room, nails on a chalkboard Heart racing panic attack its life on loop Couch leg propped by a can of soup Plastic pink sneakers with old track treads Basement boxes playing target with her head Fat track sizzlers hot wheels groove Pressed so hard she couldn't move Battery powered juice machine with a ninety second charge Five minutes full adrenaline of living large Then panicked at frozen dead end blockades While happy phantom people play charades Alone in a self-induced nightmare plight The madness laughing at her will to fight A fluorescent light flickering in a packed surreal drug store The mirage of a vanishing black exit door Glimmer of hope in a flash of light She inserts the needle deeper to make it alright Eyes closed boarded up now being sold at county street fair Wrapped in plastic gasping for air
Nihilism – 9/11/2023
Avant-garde things On the other hand Chance landscapes within moving clouds Wounded by their coverage Light through a prism Not flowers or berries But a journey to the frontier of divine madness The brain evokes the sensible world Now is the time for us to act Hip people hanging around Little segments of prose Letting their hair down, singing In the bathroom for an echoed effect Dressing with imaginative elegance Embracing the willful reduction of means Consider the difference Remove what is instilled I like talking too much The spoken voice as an instrument Out of tune, a symptom of what will soon be discovered Reducing myself to a formula It was all there, a detailed narrative A monster arrived in the mirror I left my guru He dismissed my literary poetry In his reflection he stared in illusive shock A darkness with which light has nothing in common Nihilism The light struggling to get in while the darkness struggles to get out A fully faithful dream Escaping the prison of thy self It is not the superficial ego that we know Adding the apocalyptic, formal connections Giving up our military way of seeing the world Chain of command, getting bombed in either sense Every blade of grass, myself Cultivating a community garden Eventually, it all worked out fine in THE END
We Will Not Be Silenced – 10/27/2020
I still carry them today Inaudible heartbeats My dreams with names are empty picture frames of a nightmare If not cared for I too, would be silenced Your blood stained new robe celebrates amidst a pandemic death room grabbing us by our womb an unrecognized seat stealing voices we worked so hard to keep
Social Media Demon – 10/28/2020
Chaos then collapse disease fatigue sleep walking mental stalking Social media demon insomnia tapping the screen tagging all the images we have seen Pavlov's dogs flipping the switch Electric bus carrying all of us The fire currents lead our minds to believe we must first bleed in order to receive all the messages they perceive we need to read Plant a Seed Soles on earth rocking back and forth Human hoes sowing the earth
The Wannabe Beatnik – 10/8/2020
Random letters crawling their way upon the page discretely hunting for direction Free falling ink stains rains without selection Scribbled on vintage letterhead or typed on a laptop instead scrambling to escape the blurred head barely ahead of firing a mirrored stab a jab of imperfection, lost purpose soul never finding monetary role instead in retreat the wannabe beatnik poet takes her seat Keys of glass bruised the tips of fingers incomplete clips Streaming from fountains Pens climbing up mountains Pages ending in disrepair vanishing within thin broken air Boarded up picture frame the magician will claim his right to strip her down in order to gain a passable perspective purposely in search of that protective shield not to expose the conflicted mind, I suppose Normality it seeks but never finds grown accustomed of being left behind Sharp hail drop words soak the sheep she's trying to count in order to sleep Gibberish otherwise known as words soothe the pain preventing her from going invisibly insane
My Closet – 11/11/20
Hearts and memories All hanging side by side Inside my closet Inside my mind Energetic fabrics Some mine, some not An ink blot, a ribbon’s knot Senses increased taking Threads of cloth making Pictures last Outfits joining our past Fishnets ripping along A red punk song Vintage dress in dance Power pose, the stance My daughter’s sweater She wore it better Pleather mini skirt won a music award that night A ripped T that sparked a fight Textured black lace Offering grace Oh, breathable textiles It’s been awhile
Which Side of Oz Are You On – 2/28/2024
A wise girl once said, “To say what you feel is to dig your own grave” Well I’m going to say what I feel in order to save what I’ve always known, my home There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home (there’s no place like home) “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”…. Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? The solution, the meaning we’ve had the answers all along Only the veil of illusion continues screening right and wrong “If only we had a brain” that would prohibit deliberate responses from tagged vibrations Biased creations passed down through, egotistical generations Critical revelations between the physical and political could be exposed but How to dispose typical thought commanding bought and sold classes Categorizing and organizing the masses “follow the yellow brick road” Down a hollowed path destroying its environment in the aftermath When the freedom to hate castrates our own prosperity, masks clarity & celebrates vulgarity We persist tethered to the horse of a different color shepherd trusting his deception By misdirecting our attention and convoluting comprehension So we inevitably question our own equal reflection “I’ll get you, my pretty”…. A paradigm reproduction, ruby slippers attempted abduction Based upon a fictitious stolen election, a woven malicious insurrection Voter suppression scheme, facilitated by a depraved and wicked regime, who Believe the disability of backward illiteracy will guarantee manufactured loyalty “Poppies will make them sleep” into a dictatorship of obedient sheep In hazing initiation shearing the flock, profiteering from the grift coin, card and sneaker stock Financing the liquidation of liberty, the absence of civility and the mobility of widespread fear “Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in ‘America’ anymore”…. Criminal activities outweighing civil liberties, NATO’s capabilities disabled The red state army enabled rounding up journalists, historians, citizens and dreamers Without constitutional procedures jailed, murdered and banned The US, us becoming washed up ashes in the sand Demanding policy and beatnik philosophy won’t save our democracy Global autocracy is counting on, our cannibalistic animosity Who are we if our eye can’t see the twister carrying us out to sea The circular lying squad, the funnel cloud mob Beckoning our surrender to the great and powerful pretender “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz We hear he is a whiz of a Wiz, if ever a Wiz there was If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was, the wizard of Oz is one because, because, because Because of the wonderful things he does” Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink Idling boat on the brink anchor waiting to sink Dripping wet from the internet’s deepest ocean Gaining the notion sunken treasure resides within the shipwreck Last I checked if democracy sank we’re all walking that plank Voices, voices, voices from our past, present and who we aspire to be Our hearts standing on the right side of history We are not the divided others, we are fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers What part of “I can’t breathe” don’t you understand? Gasping for air, begging “Please, please (please) let me stand” The land of the free, maybe if you look a little more like me The color of our skin, our kin, our origin decides if we live or die? Tell me why? Demanding justice for the slain, the blood rain mixed with tears The fear to wear a hoodie, to jog, to drive a car because this is black Scared to be attacked by those who take an oath to protect and serve The least the fallen deserve is swift action, accountability and reform From racists hiding in uniform, disguising their sheet as they beat and kill at will Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? A muted voice, (hand over mouth) refuted choice ripped, stripped away Struggling just to find her way, her desperate decision with him to stay Sheltered for the night, safely tucked in nice and tight He peered his ugly head, labored his way instead Led on a rickety twin bed pushed and pinned straight jacket The racket she heard the word she repeated But he wouldn’t stop until he completed He was on top she said STOP, He was on top she said (stop) Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? You were already named in love, my beautiful baby inside Hope, I’m so sorry you died, sweet innocence barely alive If not for modern medicine I, too would not have survived Don’t pretend you know what it’s like, gripping the mic Stripping her rights for the life she fights as you held the floor Way before her heart stopped, politician copped that land of the free How close to death, how close to death, (how close to death) does she need to be? Lawyers called, last breath stalled, organs mauled and bleeding out Crippled by doubt doctor denies, archaic laws enabled her demise Fed no meds no IV allowed, gloating lawmakers look so proud With their sacred book they carry the cross, she was murdered, her loss of life A mother, a daughter and a loving wife The all mighty cult proudly unite, loudly recite and say, “It was God’s way, it was God’s way” Now to pray away the gay, now to pray away the (gay) Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Upon his blood soaked face the only skin that appears Is the faint trace of his cleansing tears In a coma and left for dead his brutalized body and pistol whipped fractured head Tied to a fence for 18 hours by those uncivilized murderous cowards I WILL say gay! Monsters targeting the LGBTQI+ community guising under religious immunity Threatening the security of those already living in discrimination and intimidation Locked inside a closet of alleged protection for the crime of sharing love and affection Hateful aggression towards expression in public Directly tied to the republic-an homophobic doctrines Toxins spewed by charlatans in charge posing with an AR-15 on their Christmas card POP, POP, POP When will it STOP, POP, POP, (POP) When will it (stop)? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Hey honey, I know you can’t text me back We were just told your school is under attack Sweetheart if you’re able, please find a place to hide We’ll be waiting for you, right outside In 1988 the great consumer product safety commission Reissued their position requiring lawn darts be destroyed because That dangerous toy caused the death of three innocent lives Today, we no longer strive to protect, we stand on the side of neglect While our babies die from weapons of war because our legislators want so much more Fancy suits with no shame kickbacks from PACS always wins their game Mutilated kids outside the womb just reading and writing in their classroom Expecting our teachers to carry arms while they’re placing their arms Around a crying baby, praying for safety, when the drill becomes an emergency The urgency to be quiet during the killing spree riot SHHHHH (cradle baby) Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? I find myself treading for air, water, water everywhere Give me hope, my friends a life vest where I can pretend We’re not drowning while the devil is crowning The leaking faucet drips, the scale of justice tips, time to cash in my self-bargaining chip I look away, turn off the news ultimately burying my right to choose Finding solace in the cure, the lure of sweet headphone bliss (mememe) In order to miss the next wave of sadness and madness (hold ears) “Somewhere over the rainbow”…. Liberation within writing this piece the correlation That Toto is enlightened peace, a magical power we’ve had all along The dynamical understanding, we all belong For it was Toto who unveiled the facade wall, the great man-made human divide and fall We must arise from this nightmare dream of extremes, the hourglass is almost empty Honoring our civic responsibility with integrity during this planetary 911 Before we become a casualty we won’t recover from Let your brain, courage and heart be a part of democracy today and every day Let nothing stand in your way You’re all here, I’m not alone, Auntie Em, “There’s no place like home”! Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? Which side are you on now? Which side are you on? RestingPunkPoetry.com ©2024
The Mirror performed on 8/8/2023 at Musikfest with Poets For Justice
Get them out of me Dorothy, you can’t sing They’re stuck inside of me Because you suck at everything and No one cares about your psycho babble They’ve got their own woes they need to battle Stop being age stuck in points of trauma Time to grow up quit the drama So many forks I took the wrong turn Time ran out I never learned Validation is what I sought Negative comments got caught in thought You think no one else made mistakes You just never had what it takes Stop boring these people with your sad me whining Sorry dear, your light was never shining Get them out of me Dorothy, you can’t sing They’re stuck inside of me Because you suck at everything DARE to have a love AFFAIR with myself SHARE my mental health Rolling check blank stare, I miss my blonde hair No, actually longing for the girl she used to be In that platinum care-free society So to the girl in the house across the street From the woman in the mirror she is yet to meet Listening to her Donny & Marie record player Singing at the top of her lungs You’ve only just begun Don’t QUIT Because IT Will take you 50 years to erase those fears And they will linger Go be that lead singer And if you can’t hear me, this is how it will be 5 to 55 in a blink of an eye So much lost time but you’re still alive Don’t become buried in unpublished poems When you’re growing numb Peace will feel like boredom It won’t be too late to find lost dreams Even amongst all the chaotic schemes You’ll be shell shocked, age blocked And blur the lines between reality and fabrication You’re at the onset of your serial imagination Choosing isolation over taking risks Picks the dark in the forefront Layered over a bright blue sky of crows Your insecurity will grow from the over exposed Black light listed from fame Losing the fight at your own game of failure The movie trailer of the incurable wanna be artist bigger than life Presently starring the aging invisible house wife If only you knew Don’t let them get stuck Because you won’t suck Well at least not to all Catch your own fall WAIT It’s too late Get them out of me Dorothy, you can’t sing They’re stuck inside of me Because you suck at everything Morphing inside an adolescent blanket tent Where my bruised ego had a sanctuary to reinvent Someone new, someone better than me Because all I saw was a draining battery Dimming light, no more a free spirit I can still hear it, Dorothy you can’t sing That rejected being from my past, on a mental megaphone broadcast Projecting a worth not valuable for public consumption With the assumption my goal was their own Carefully I collected, secretly selected those stained stones Now from previously thrown polished gems forming a brilliant backbone Emerging youthful voice surging beneath creased covers Underneath debris and dust uncovers A time capsule with light still glowing That little girl’s dream was always, all knowing So I vowed and allowed her some space, some grace With flawed flesh, spirit and mind trying to find that token key For free and safe access to the not so damaged part of me From out of that comforting cave I crept, inept But willing to rewind eternity unaware of my visible maturity You call me old you call me bold, you don’t know what flows through these veins Part passion, part regret in opportunities blown, maybe the unknown But it’s never too late, it’s never too late until I’m 6 feet deep where the maggots seep I hear your insult see your look go post another selfie on Facebook So I missed that audition “could’ve been a star” but found out I was pregnant in that bar My suitcase is stock full of spit and each I revisit bit by bit. I had wings, I had wings riding that big wheel 100 miles an hour around my block I got dirty, played king of the rock and loved the way those worms felt in between my fingers The dirt bombs I threw, the bird who pooped on my shoe And that line drive I caught in my dad’s big ass glove, it was love Even poppa seagull who ate all my lunch on the beach Each, EACH just lost fragments of light Reminding me on how I missed that train in which Patti sang What went wrong - I didn’t belong My missteps along the way haunt me everyday Now in a mournful plight I play clips of memories in black and white Engulfed in visceral textiles of shag and velour Me, the human remote watching TV on the floor Scratches of vinyl rhythms are the soundtrack behind Flashes of insanity caught deep within my mind Sights and Sounds of unwrinkled skin - of pursuing lost ambitious of my kin My youth, where does it hide? it’s buried in a bottle, what’s inside? Purpose, dreams, goals, my roles every time I lied, every time I cried, regrets, scars, dancing in bars, passing notes in the hall, the big red ball, sneaking a kiss in the mall, tears, fears, sex all night, sorry for the fight, Sunday subs, back rubs, sleeping outside, low tide… There’s too much sand from where I feebly stand Tales from the crypt, the script rewrites in cinematic horror Just the borrower of these sands of time Unable to speak and the reek of bodily decay Pretzel dough skin, oh the dismay Buzzing bugs around her head, as if she were a carcass left for dead Culture obsessed with girlish youth concealed from the future’s truth Time to inject the poison cure, plumping up the skin to lure Judgmental eyes away from those who cast her astray Each a spoke in the wheel they too will someday feel That destiny on repeat, one step closer to complete defeat WAIT, that’s not her fate Our self-worth is not graded on how youthful we look Derived with instructions from some outdated handbook With the last page quoting, “You look great for your age” too Implying a birth date stamped mold we must aspire to Our interpretation can be revised We’re not cloned soldiers marching towards demise Draped inside a sanctioned uniform disguise Raise the white flag, praise the gift of journeys Disarm the weapons of media driven armies Each moment freedom to replace this advertised battlespace Just in case you haven’t heard this today YOU are beautiful everyday, inside and out, never doubt Finding our way with nurturing talk, we walk With heads held high united, not short sighted on a best seller called Fighting the war on aging, steps to a youthful glow Funded by corporate money and doctors in the know Adore who you see, not the image created by society Embrace our power erase the places ideals tend to cower while Standing back from a response attack not to feed and seed Inflicting monologues corrupting our own internal dialogues Block out the spot light glare, reroute the notion of thinning hair and weathered skin Begin a new narrative, not the lecture of loss Craving correction not to mention mental and financial cost So-called imperfections on how we appear Our personalized premiere framed Picasso treasure map souvenir Dear Aging, I am rearranging my relationship with you Today, a brand new view, for when I LOOK at my reflection Once MISTOOK for not meeting perceived perfection I choose to use those critical directions as a space to overcome Because my face represents where I’ve come from There’s no right and wrong, we all belong (in the capital A-R-T) art of aging For my part, I’m re-staging this self-fulfilling prophecy in what we see Wrinkles redesigned as artistic lines Paths of emotions, devotions of love, learning and motherhood Sacred memories, mastering goals from where I stood and future roads moving forward Cherished scars representing battles I’ve conquered To remain standing, I’m honored Our broken pieces are a universal bond There’s no magic wand but we can start with our own heart Removing labels from ourselves and others Lifting up our sisters and brothers Shining that light in our collective human condition We have permission to pursue our original vision At any age, at any time Look at me, I started drumming at 49 With the fall of my imaginary wall and my self-esteem held by blood, sweat and tears glue YOU, are currently witnessing my spoken word public debut. Oh and wait there’s one more thing… I can sing. I can do anything! So looking back in that MIR-ROR, is it ME or HER becoming so much clearer? Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, you see And I’m loving the older beautiful me!
The Drain – 6/21/2023
The strain, the drain of the kitchen sink Waiting for entitlement and something to drink Washing down the entangled, mangled debris and dust From underneath my tarnished brown and gritty rust Gobs of glue, bitterness and last night’s meal With the occasional ant licking my stainless steel Anticipating the next shower sanitizing grime and regret Constantly wet I cower in line, never to regain that unstained shine
The Bar – 3/26/2023
Shadow people hint of their despair Gossiping to justify embedded mistakes Inside pints of beer Sharing their past as if present Young beauties smelling of cigarettes and one night stands Pushing the invisible regulars aside With condescending blinders attached The residents fall into trances, rolling eyes, sneers and backward glances Fingers gripping tightly the prized possession Shielding their courage from shoplifting risk And spiked sediment Smudged fingerprinted glasses ignoring their borrower’s pain Lip stains refusing to vanish Small traces of essence Becoming forever part of the neighborhood vessel Communal gardens integrating generations Fragments remaining long after their departure Like reflections of moving cars within windows Masquerading as mirrors The merry-go-round riders are all but a flash Against the life of bricks layered in cement Structurally sound for centuries to come The haunt housing ghosts scratching lottery cards Masks of trapped life concealing an unknown success Possessed hovering apparitions obsessed with jealousy Hinder the current inhaling inhabitants Who sit unaware of powerful past spirits aiding in the consumption of alcoholic spirits So not to be outdone A perpetual rerun with each cycle newly darkened skeletons Will compete and complete their final match with failure
God’s Way – 3/22/2023
More veterinarians than OBGYN’s Don’t pretend you know what it’s like Gripping the mic stripping her rights For that life she fights as you held the floor Way before her heart stopped Politician copped the land of the free How close to death How close to death How close to death does she need to be? Judging on a scale, like the opioid tale Face emoji’s part of a mortal chart Grand reaper marked maternity ward Fell on the sword forced coerced Utilized, brutalized before any care No thought to share a pitiful prayer? Lawyers called - last breath stalled Organs mauled and bleeding out Crippled by doubt the doctor denies Archaic laws enabled her demise All because the puppets of ill Still he has internal scars Chose no time Chose no time Chose no time Behind steel bars Non - viable inside The bloody birthing table downright lied No joy of life both are dead Gender painted pink death bed Fed no meds no IV allowed Gloating lawmakers look so proud With their sacred book they carry the cross She was murdered, her loss of life A mother, a daughter and loving wife The almighty clan proudly unite Loudly recite and say, “It was God’s way (2x) Now to pray away the gay” (2x)
Paterson – 3/14/2023
Atop a personal burden from the endless rocking chair Within the stair case of the cracked stone steps Of my babbling despair Leading to the litter piled up Against the Jersey barrier reef A blowing autumn leaf out of place Like mismatched passengers in the rat race Riding a city bus A used car lot owned by Gus on the same side of the street Near the broken pay phone, Shattered with graffiti grief A pink and white lonely guitar Bridge strumming chords out of tune The growling dog is not amused before noon An overused crooked mailbox leans left Ivy growing up a concrete crumbling wall Train tracks over the waterfall Down between two red stones, throw away Once a fully formed mountain, back in the day Professors with power pointing the way Before human hands, disbands Green lands paved, sadly unsaved The bicycle lane now contains The fire engulfed vehicle That was planning on carrying me home Away from this endless mind roam
George – 1/19/2023
George, George, George of the Congress Just another fella blocking progress We’re a little curious, what did he say? Let’s take a look at George’s resume Attended college, employed at Goldman Sachs Are you sure, George - alternative facts? George, George, George of the Congress Just another fella blocking progress A non-profit rescue for animal abuse All that money, George not for personal use! Anything else he has to hide? Just the time and place on how his mother died George, George, George of the Congress Just another fella blocking progress The more we look the bigger the mole It all began with a checkbook he stole Brazilian police reopened his case Fraud George, that’s jail time you face George, George, George of the Congress Just another fella blocking progress Are you for real or a body scam? Did Marjorie Taylor make a hologram? George, George, George of the Congress Just another fella blocking progress Hey there George, haven’t you shame By George, that's not your name
Pharmaceuticals – 1/6/2023
You need more Pharmaceuticals Pharmaceuticals You don’t need this but take it anyway It makes the anxiety all go away Don’t need some guy on TV In my face diagnosing me You need more Pharmaceuticals Pharmaceuticals How about a fix before I get sick Not a blue pill to inflate his dick Mental health never was your plan Making billions with the poison pill scam, poison pill scam, poison pill scam Insomnia, running loops in my brain Insomnia, it’s driving me insane Insomnia, alone with myself Insomnia, my mental health Hey there doctor I can’t sleep Forget about counting those fucking sheep The tablet you prescribed to make me shit Well it makes me weird, I’m completely lit You need more Pharmaceuticals Pharmaceuticals This shiny one will help with weight If you don’t mind your erratic state Don’t you worry about the side effects We’ll just make you our next subject I need more Pharmaceuticals Pharmaceuticals Blood pressure high and a fifty pound gain Can’t walk around without any pain They’re coming to get me I can’t leave If I die will anyone grieve? Disability, I can’t work Disability, they think I’m a jerk Disability, I’m all alone Disability, I’ve lost my home Hey there unemployment I filed my claim I understand I’m the only one to blame I got nervous, tired then gained some weight I truly didn’t expect this would be my fate Making billions on the poison pill scam, poison pill scam, poison pill scam
Imaginary Friends – 10/19/2022
In order to silence the collective drama I must internalize my personal trauma Victims morphed from friends casting a stone From their glorious perfect glass home Their hidden hide-away they’ve always owned My ear was always there My help was always shared But I’m not broken the way you need So no bandage offering for when I bleed
Phony Flags – 10/5/2022
Do you even know you’re just a tool Pawn in a cult, you ignorant fool Sharing your small flaccid dick Swaying in the breeze just hanging from a stick If you only had a brain You’d realize you’re insane If you only had a heart You’d being doing your part If you only had the courage You’d learn to encourage But you’ve got a mission A bullshit vision Keep those phony flags flying high Cuz all those users gonna pass you by Keep those phony flags flying high Cuz all those users gonna pass you by You grow an inch jerking off your truck Bulking up in mating season but they don’t give a fuck Brainwashing robots marching in time Don’t stop cuming on that discolored line If you only had a brain You’d realize you’re insane If you only had a heart You’d being doing your part If you only had the courage You’d learn to encourage But you’ve got a mission A bullshit vision Keep those phony flags flying high Cuz all those users gonna pass you by Keep those phony flags flying high Cuz all those users gonna pass you by Exploiting your crazy and your sick But most importantly your soft little dick
Cellphone Fix – 6/2022
It fixes how we think It hears what we say It makes all the bad things Simply go away Our keepsake locket Fits nicely in our pocket Chained to the mobile store Just a cellphone whore Don’t cut me open don’t look inside Exposing my feelings that want to hide Feeling no feelings behind the screen I’d rather never ever be seen Hiding in disguise We type lots of lies We rather not look Into one another’s eyes It tells us what to buy Predicts when we’ll die We can’t remember names Cuz we’d rather play our games Don’t cut me open don’t look inside Exposing my feelings that want to hide Feeling no feelings behind the screen I’d rather never ever be seen
POP! POP! POP! – 5/24/2022
Party of pro-life pathetic prostitution Taking the oath control the institution Weapons of war but they want more Suits with no shame the lobby wins the game Mutilated kids outside the womb Reading and learning in their classroom Hiding inside your amendment tower Got to stay in minority power POP! POP! POP! When will this STOP? We’re all just a sitting duck What the fuck We’re all just a sitting duck What the fuck Good guys with guns and mental health The NRA’s gross financial wealth The AR-15, say what you mean It’s a bloody shiny money – DREAM MACHINE POP! POP! POP! When will this STOP? We’re all just a sitting duck What the fuck We’re all just a sitting duck What the fuck
Damsel in Distress – 3/30/2022
She’s not there for your visual pleasure She’s not there to turn you on You tell her what to wear and how to fix her hair What would she do if she didn’t have you? By her choice She’d have an equal voice Never on display With nothing to say Not bought and sold To fit your mold Something she’s not is an old woman bot All your control keeps her feeling less cuz all you want is a damsel in distress Keep her feeling less for your damsel in distress Don’t remind her of her aging identity Sure fire way to make her your enemy Why is her worth in her looks? Read about her plight in the history books Years of repression For your paid obsession No right to vote but you’ll give her your coat The places she was banned but stand by her man Something she’s not is an old woman bot All your control keeps her feeling less cuz all you want is a damsel in distress Keep her feeling less for your damsel in distress She’s not there for your visual pleasure She’s not there to turn you on You tell her what to wear and how to fix her hair What would she do if she didn’t have you? By her choice She’d have an equal voice Never on display With nothing to say Not bought and sold To fit your mold Something she’s not is an old woman bot All your control keeps her feeling less cuz all you want is a damsel in distress Keep her feeling less for your damsel in distress
Self-Inflicted – 2/11/2022
When she’s tan you can see the scars on her wrist But she insists they’re faded now Somehow the self-inflicted never caused her pain But her deeper wounds from outside still remain The woman in the house across the street From the girl in the mirror she is yet to meet Trapped within a broken glass window staring below A rubber banded vein blocking blood flow Panicked at frozen dead end blockades Happy phantom people playing charades Alone in her self-induced anxiety plight The madness laughing at her will to fight Concrete, dark elevator in a packed surreal store Impeding her quickly vanishing black exit door Her glimmer of hope in a flash of light She inserts the needle deeper to make it alright Her rescue assisted by dictating spit Inhabitants staring from the curbs they sit Hello, emergency services are you there? Fingertips melting but very much aware His return hinders her new way out Torture within torture, a voiceless shout A whispering buzz in her direction But it was his shadow masking her own reflection
My Womb Inc. – 6/21/2021
(Catcall whistle starts the song) My womb incorporated is not for sale Why are the pseudo stocks owned by males? You say I should smile more and speak less So here’s a middle finger and I’m frownless I don’t pay dividends on the shares you think you own And my uterus will never be on loan Hands to yourself where they belong Vote against my rights and we’ll never get along CHORUS (Fast) (Guys vocals) Hurry up hurry up draft the bill Hurry up hurry up keep them still Hurry up hurry up sign it overnight Hurry up hurry up don’t let them fight (Girls vocals) Do you have a law on the books too On what your body is free to do HELL NO….HELL NO Do you have a law on the books too On what your body is free to do HELL NO….HELL NO (Catcall whistle) VERSE 2 Ancient mating call in the wild? Expect a response after I smiled? The war on women so loud so proud Barefoot and pregnant is what I’m allowed? Don’t underestimate the strength we find My womb incorporated includes my mind “I like beer” can’t rape and rule Don’t you ever - take us for a fool CHORUS (Fast) (Guys vocals) Hurry up hurry up draft the bill Hurry up hurry up keep them still Hurry up hurry up sign it overnight Hurry up hurry up don’t let them fight (Girls vocals) Do you have a law on the books too On what your body is free to do HELL NO….HELL NO Do you have a law on the books too On what your body is free to do HELL NO….HELL NO
Propaganda – 6/21/2021
Here’s the scenario – We all got to live Reading the rules – Something’s got to give Stuck inside – My ailing mind Always left – Feeling behind We breed the ignorant and cause more wars What’s mine is not always yours Did momma say it’s a give and take Keep your shit – NO THANKS! Propaganda – Brainwashed Propaganda – Whitewashed Propaganda it makes no sense Propaganda – Brainwashed Propaganda – Whitewashed Propaganda take the offence Rewind repeat – murdered in the street No real change – names rearranged The tales that last – lies from the past Got the proof – tell the truth We breed the ignorant and cause more wars What’s mine is not always yours Did momma say it’s a give and take Keep your shit – NO THANKS! Propaganda – Brainwashed Propaganda – Whitewashed Propaganda it makes no sense Propaganda – Brainwashed Propaganda – Whitewashed Propaganda take the offence
Not My Dad – 6/21/2022
(Not about my own dad)
Can’t eat fire but you speak with forked tongue No need to you worry Dad, I know I’m not your son Just your manic wet dream - not the holy one I’m a sorry lame excuse – of why you had to run What do you see when you look at me Something you’d never want to be? A sweet little boy let you down this way The ones I love keep running away Passive aggressive – don’t take it out on me I’m so much more - you ever thought I’d be Correction – I’m you’re reflection Correction – I’m you’re reflection Holidays missed birthday wish morphed into one No need to worry Dad, I know I’m not your son Regrets are few but somehow wish you knew Awake I ache - thinking of you What did I do? What do you see when you look at me Something you’d never want to be? A sweet little boy let you down this way The ones I love keep running away Passive aggressive – don’t take it out on me I’m so much more - you ever thought I’d be Correction – I’m you’re reflection Correction – I’m you’re reflection All along I’ve always had it wrong The peaceful place I truly belong The pain the tears can’t be undone But now I know - I’ve always been your son Lost soul despair - depressingly sad But what is worse - you’ve never been my dad Correction – I’m you’re reflection Correction – I’m you’re reflection Correction
Bookshelf Guy – 2021
Doing fine on sushi and wine Taming the ghouls that haunt my mind You call me names and roll your eyes I don’t have youth but I speak my truth Liquid gold by my bed He forces his way and peers his head Claims my shadow as his own Really wish he’d just leave me alone Bookshelf guy with your evil eye Throwing stones from your concrete home Sitting just collecting dust Staring wickedly in disgust Bookshelf guy with your evil eye I’ve got you pegged and I’ll tell you why You’re just another washed up sad old guy Playing pretend in a room full of lies Lonely ego noiseless screams Masked behind idling machines Missed a cactus in my purse How I know it can only get worse Bottled nice pour it over ice Take a breath spare the advice Candid camera sure to get paid Dying my hair another weird shade Bookshelf guy with your evil eye Throwing stones from your concrete home Sitting just collecting dust Staring wickedly in disgust Bookshelf guy with your evil eye I’ve got you pegged and I’ll tell you why You’re just another washed up sad old guy Playing pretend in a room full of lies
Molly Brown – 5/7/2021
Born to immigrants in Denkler’s alley Factories, kitchens and woman’s rallies Luck of the Irish gave me a name Lifeboat 6 brought me my fame During the gold rush we took our shot After we struck we shared our pot Ran for senate and fought for human rights During a time I was told to be polite They made me fear My name should only appear In paper print, they said On my birth, my marriage and when I’m dead So I changed the rules and forged ahead They try and knock me down but I won’t drown Cuz I’m the unsinkable Molly Brown They try and knock me down but I won’t drown Cuz I’m the unsinkable Molly Brown My mission was working on reform Child labor laws, I broke the norms Volunteered in World War 1 My life’s work was not quite done Social change and a woman’s right to vote A take charge hero on a sinking boat Received the Legion of Honor from France Became an actress just by chance They made me fear My name should only appear In paper print, they said On my birth, my marriage and when I’m dead So I changed the rules and forged ahead They try and knock me down but I won’t drown Cuz I’m the unsinkable Molly Brown They try and knock me down but I won’t drown Cuz I’m the unsinkable Molly Brown
My Shadow – 1/5/2021
My shadow moves without me Sending cards and collecting old buttons in a bag It thinks it’s free, placing a tag On my toe, wouldn’t you know I’m missing all the sights it grabs along the way Wouldn’t you say It bottles it up in a song and pours it over ice So super sweet nice It eats pizza with ketchup Go ahead give it a try It’s just cold sauce, not a lie It cools it off so you don’t burn your mouth But my shadow is moving on down south Where it’s hot so hot you sweat in a cold shower You know that place where it can anonymously cower
The Sandpiper – 12/9/2020
The band plays a slow tune Our eyes meet from across the room You look down around and back at me Don’t worry I’ve got no other place I want to be My renewed heart you hold the key Love at the B&B didn’t need the bed Used the sand on the beach instead It was called the Sandpiper Inn A thin tan blanket the sun rose overhead Salty air wood, seashells surrounded our bed
Devil Man – 12/7/2020
Throwing pennies in the well Where we landed never tell Rolling dice and shooting darts Just kids playing parts Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Run as fast as you can from the devil man Throwing dollars on the stage We were only barely age Drinking beer and playing pool Just a year out from school Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Run as fast as you can from the devil man Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story Failed attempt to take it all (breathe) he was the one to fall Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story (breathe) do what you can Don’t cross paths with the devil man yeah (Hold verse Come in on chorus) Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Throwing insults at my face Bruises hidden under lace Spending money to collect Paper trophies disrespect Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Run as fast as you can from the devil man Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story Failed attempt to take it all Cuz he was the one to fall Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story Time to do what you can Don’t cross paths with the devil man He latches strongly to your fears Dictator voice in your ears Working hard to take control Then dominates your soul Excuses, oh he has plenty He likes to hide among the many His nightmare will attack your dreams Nothing is what it seems Time to take a serious stand Bravery strips the devil man There’s wonder in the little things A peace his absence soon will bring I promise you will get ahead Just don’t go to bed with the devil man Hold verse Come in on chorus Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Throwing pennies in a well Where we landed never tell Rolling dice and shooting darts Just kids playing parts Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Should’ve ran From the devil man Should’ve ran Should’ve ran Run as fast as you can from the devil man Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story Failed attempt to take it all Cuz he was the one to fall Spoon fed mud taste glory Little did he know his story Time to do what you can Don’t cross paths with the devil man yeah
Stranger Danger – 12/7/2020
2 am when we ran out of gas Even though he said he'd make it last 2 am when we ran out of gas Even though he said he'd make it last Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Didn’t you know about Stranger Danger, didn’t you know Didn’t you know about Stranger Danger, didn’t you know That’s’ ok – wanna know why I had a stranger guy Miles from home on an endless roam Sliding on a bucket seat Only one spot in that dark parking lot Giving off some heat Not too smart said my crazy pounding heart Sticking to his pleather seat Knew about that faulty gas gauge Stupid on repeat, stupid on repeat, stupid on repeat Dusty dashboard, misty autumn smell Dusty dashboard, misty autumn smell Are we going to hell? Uh huh 2 am when we ran out of gas Even though he said he'd make it last 2 am when we ran out of gas Even though he said he'd make it last Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Didn’t you know about Stranger Danger, didn’t you know Didn’t you know about Stranger Danger, didn’t you know That’s’ ok – wanna know why I had a stranger guy Stuck in a lift with a floor stick shift Rolling through a broken light Reason for concern when we made a left turn When it should’ve been a right Not thinking straight when we took the bait Wrong direction on a one way street Should've lied than get inside Stupid on repeat, stupid on repeat, stupid on repeat Dusty dashboard, misty autumn smell Dusty dashboard, misty autumn smell Are we going to hell? Uh huh 2 am when we ran out of gas Even though I said to make it last 2 am when we ran out of gas Even though I said to make it last Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Just our luck that rusty blue truck Drove up and picked us up Somehow we made it out alive Not sure how we ever survived
Hey You – 11/24/2020
Hey you, sitting over there Pretending not to stare At my lower shirtless back As I reach over the rack Soon you’ll be grabbing these hips and tasting these lips Let’s go for a ride where we leave it all behind You never know what you’ll find Back lit friendly bar For the moment I’m a star Biker’s eyes facing my way But it’s us who’ll be driving away Soon you’ll be grabbing these hips and tasting these lips Let’s go for a ride where we leave it all behind Hey, can I have your ashtray? You look and push it my way Come on over I’m not giving in Cuz this is where we begin Soon you’ll be grabbing these hips and tasting these lips Let’s go for a ride where we leave it all behind Whispered in my ear The whole bar disappeared You promised you would call An angel breaking our fall It was a Friday in 99 It was a Friday in 99 It was a Friday in 99 And I was feeling fine I’ve got my flask in hand And a super groovy band Dialed in my soul Ride that tide in sweet juice bliss – Down the rabbit hole Ride that tide in sweet juice bliss – Down the rabbit hole Hey you, I’m just curious What it’s like to kiss under the autumn moon This rescue couldn’t come too soon Day drinking in a fuzzy black sweater Heading home in perfect fall weather Anticipating our next venture out Perfect strangers roaming about High class hotel Public restroom Touching up my rain smudged face Ripped black lace thighs Fancy boring people eyeing Me up and down, up and down asking why So I reply Because I’m a superstar baby in this buzzed mind of mine I’m a superstar and I’m feeling fine My left arm was wrapped around your right shoulder in relief Finally a feeling of security a sanctuary beyond belief The warmth of dark wood, smiling faces laughing, singing and embraces I’ve got my flask in hand And a super groovy band Dialed in my soul Ride that tide in sweet juice bliss – Down the rabbit hole Ride that tide in sweet juice bliss – Down the rabbit hole Long walk through The dining room Lobby tables cradling my stale beer overpriced but we over tip after taking just one sip It was a Friday in 99 It was a Friday in 99 It was a Friday in 99 It was a Friday in 99 And I was feeling fine Hey you, sitting over there Pretending not to stare At my lower shirtless back As I lean on over the rack Soon you’ll be grabbing these hips and tasting these lips (3x) I’ve got my flask in hand And a super groovy band Dialed in my soul Down the rabbit hole Down the rabbit hole
One-eyed Fish – 11/20/2020
There's a one-eyed fish swimming around my mind I'm kind of curious what he'll find It's as if he's waiting to be fed I wonder if he knows he's caught in my head
Exit Door – 11/12/2020
Stumbling, mumbling, bumbling about My mind couldn’t find its way out Crowded highways, cracked hallways Broken black and blue vinyl floor creeping up an imagined door Tomb-like classrooms of students Whispering a buzz in my direction Correction, it was my own reflection Trapped at a full window glass imprints My smoke signal hot air smog fingerprints A banded vein blocking the flow Stuck in a modern Shakespearean show Blocking, stocking, mocking Narrow lanes reconstructing the maze Brain overlapping a pictured foggy haze Panicked and frozen at dead end blockades Happy phantom people playing charades Alone in my self-induced anxiety plight Plague laughing at my will to fight Concrete, dark elevator, packed store Impeding my vanishing exit door Stinging, ringing, singing From the mouth they breathe In one direction forced to seize Treasonous desire to hunt and gather Carrying the guilt they built on the day after Strangers with a sporadic helping hand But mostly a band Haunting, flaunting, taunting Me, the big catch on the hook I, also the chase on the look For my mom, she will save me Swimming through a crowded sea Longing for a street corner pay phone Desperately seeking my pathway home The number I couldn’t recall Choosing random buttons to call My rescue assisted by dictating spit Inhabitants staring from curbs they sit “Hello emergency services, are you there?” Fingertips melting into keys very much aware of the danger but still attempting a way out Torture within torture, a voiceless shout Bleeding, breeding, feeding A glimmer of hope inside a sporting goods store Unpacked boxes scattered across the floor Old school roller skates back in style Frantically searching within the mismatched pile Sorry, “your size has already been sold And aren’t you just a little too old?” Erratically leaving falling back upon the street Just in time for the parade blistering heat Young man riding a bike aiming my way Eyes meeting, a kind gesture but “what did he say?” Watching all the characters through a lens The perspective truly depends Now I'm the girl barefoot pedaling behind All eyes becoming a piece of my mind Quilting, guilting, tilting Sadly refusing invites letting them down Pain unable to attend would like to be around Glued to stadium chairs a poster facade Flashed into a massive cheering squad Fidgeting to retreat patronizing boasts Quick blink into a white room with floating ghosts Mindless man detailing his ill at the stake Female Bodach Glas claiming facts as fake Dark shadows revealing a blinding bright light A hint of transparency but mostly white
New Rose – 11/11/2020
The cold slate and a beach chair The giant balloon filled with air Friending passers, names to remember It was the first Tuesday of November The new rose in fall Explains it all
Untitled – 11/02/2020
The curse of the poet is also her gift
Revealed Cards – 11/02/2020
Blood shot eyes searching for clues Underneath the stolen seals after the devil reveals his tracks A "non-scalable" wall while the guard attacks will not barricade the defenders of sanity Humanity will emerge from the exhausted rubble The evil among us know they're in undeniable trouble
Stranger Teach – 10/31/2020
Our insides hold secrets I'm sure you don't want me to up flux mine on you I was the young girl who got annoyed with stranger teach but now it's my turn to preach I was the queen of the "yes you to death" Stop telling me stuff thinking to myself, really? Stop, that's enough. Holding me ears, meee meee meee Can't you see I'm bored with this but everyone has a place they miss A far away truth, grappling with longing for an intangible youth This version of myself who is now much older says "Fuck the beholder" I'm speaking anyway even if you roll your eyes and walk away I notice my younger self in unwilling listeners no one cares, Dorothy Stop with the unsolicited shares The common change of subject, "Where's Toto?" "Ha, ha" the same old show There's no place like home if it remains after if only he had a brain, a heart domestic terrorists are broken apart Time to muster the courage to stand in the wind and fight through the marathon to save the red, white and blue
The Feels of Feeling no Feelings – 10/26/2020
Sometimes I write to feel no feelings Some days I drum to feel no feelings Once in awhile I drink to feel no feelings Other times I exercise to feel no feelings What shall I do today because it's going to be a day of lots of feelings
Random Words – 10/22/2020
I could be solving problems I could be writing songs I could be working out I could be righting wrongs But I just sit here all day long Not even wanting to belong Random words in a game Random words are all to blame Random words inside my head Want me to think - I'm better off dead Gotta burn it off Gotta work it out Gotta walk away No self doubt I could be changing thoughts I could be doing more I could be helping out I could be feeding the poor But I just sit here all day long Not even wanting to belong Random words in a game Random words are all to blame Random words inside my head Want me to think - I'm better off dead Gotta burn it off Gotta work it out Gotta walk away No self doubt
Attention Q-Mart Shoppers – 10/20/20
Today’s blue light special Channels us into a collective hell hole Moles scurrying and mumbling outdated rhetoric in between Wrangler jeans and glass figurines Reveal your plate, odd or even? can you relate to the corruption history on repeat disruption of finding the truth your youth driving toward your favorite bargain store Remember, you get what you pay for Attention Q-Mart Shoppers: Only two weeks left to redeem your prize Choose your customized size of capitalism, conspiracy and hate With an in-store purchase rebate Digging deeply into the pocket of holes counting change with adjacent burlap buying trolls Vigorously brushing sand from the calloused hand I'd gladly pay you tomorrow for treasure trash today Gaining an all access pass for the rally at Lay-A-Way I promise to return with a money order on pay day Sirens blasting lights harassing Physically pulling the shopping cart apart with broken wheels gouging the floor past rows of brown work boots and plaid polyester suits ice picking the peanut shell path guiding directly toward the trinket brawl blood bath Clean up on aisle five Some old guy took a nose dive off the top shelf of expired aspirin pills you know, the kind that kills any common sense of swallowing dirty water dogs whole for dinner just keep racing toward the mysterious blue light tangible award magically makes any sinner the pizza gate winner Army of ants rushing toward the hidden gold most sold before claiming the slashed marked off cost uh hum, conspiracy cough circling the unmasked battle space herding under a bearded face Gotta light? Gotta light? Only a few left in stock of the plastic miniature coo coo clock Grabbing two along the way toward the blue light special of the day Attention Q-Mart Shoppers: Hurry, only the first five in line who chime in at the blinking blue light gets to set their sights on a life-size stuffed joker from the house of cards dribbling insulting lying shards of glass and when you pull his ass string he shows you what he's wearing Sporting a superman shirt orange skin smile standing at fake attention in complete full dunce denial Q-Mart Super Shopper riding on fumes back from the super spreader hunt of doom parking his flag flying truck dismounting his kill and gloating his luck Time to stroke his gun power around his waist cowering in place disguising his impotence justification of we don't need no education we don't need no legislation Conspiracy words that herds the sick inside his head feet up in his lazy-boy bed sending his last pennies to the man behind the curtain of red for certain the stock bigot will pay dividends on that Lay-A-Way ticket, leftover chewed tobacco spit and a bag of broken plastic gumball shit
ADD on Overdrive – 10/17/2020
I know I need some filing down Told I’m just too much but I say it how it is And you know what? It sucks! Driving a pothole filled highway in my tin can room on wheels The feels aren’t fuzzy enough for me to break through freezing phobias But I’m coping like a girl Sooo big Past the barbecued pig You know, the yard signs designed to trigger Each receiving my middle finger Me, the steering wheel singer… He lies to us all the time He fucking lies He just expects us all to die Death for democracy You make us choose Death for democracy cuz you’re about to lose My ADD Easter egg span can’t stand the admission of the free shit show The cult in the know forgotten security clearance is not just the appearance of your interference it's the death kiss into the black abyss four years I wish I missed Back to the street Ma and Pa complete-ly shut for good Should, I turn around Can’t, bound to the Planet of the Apes destruction The full movie in reproduction Living in the upside down Led by a dictating circus clown Grieving the indoor beer stores Me, the whore of the bitch credits Owning all the songs Film spliced in the wrong place Erased and replaced Padded bar stools and the cool breeze through the full wall, a tall cold beer, a turkey club, the perfect hub of friends joined at my favorite pub, Joe's But that’s not how this story goes Instead handcuffed in a rubber room Crashing radio flyer Nails on a chalkboard Me, skewered over an open fire Promote your pathological liar on someone else’s watch Swatch watch - remember those? I had one that glowed.
Rolodex Memory – 10/17/2020
Dorothy, there’s a boy on the phone OK mom, can I be alone? Dad, I hear you please get off the upstairs receiver Dial phones? Never the believer of privacy rights Beautiful paper tangible kites Flying over the ocean in seaside heights Bites the crap out of my youthful ego Free to go to the lifeguard stand the smell of chicken roll in my hand Rainbow rapids send them down Bikini top around the bottom of the pool The sound of guitar singing just for me Foolish glow I couldn’t see A smirk, a rolling laugh, first love Shoved into the sexual fire burned a time or two but What’s a girl to do? Rolodex memory choosing random cards Hard to believe what remains Mind playing games excuses in fractions Visions justifying our current reactions Actions we click on repeat Why, when they keep us feeling so incomplete? His desk was dumped all over the floor You embarrassed him but hurt us more Rocking Eddie playing third base tether ball smashing me in the face Wheel chair metal bruised my head You dragged me to the nurse instead of quietly attending to my pain The drama played out all on my account Impressions remain don't know why Some holding on others floating by She did steal my pens the purple one stuck Popular girl’s lies won what the fuck? I had the proof you ignored the truth Trained from the start bias in youth.
No Wire Hangers, EVER! – 10/15/2020
Even Mommy Dearest was strictly precise abusive control but words with advice "NO. WIRE. HANGERS. EVER!" Dear Amy, NEVER again will we be reduced to dark alley coat hanger rape and abuse!
Read the Sign – 10/15/2020
Read the sign Fall in line? We must decline! Watch what they do They’re coming after you They mean what they say Stripping away All our fights Protecting our rights All the “isms” are in extremist’s hands Complete roll back of the grains of sands Acting as victims in search of an assailant Corrupt corporate religion the master surveillant Dark money, honey Breaking every norm Lobbyists power grabbing a radical reform Last I looked it’s still “We The People” Not the righteous cheater’s chandelier steeple
Scenes from the Guest List – 10/13/2020
Footsteps entering a narrow sticker painted bar all visions turn tunnel toward an open back far past bartenders stocking bottles and cutting fruit even past pierced guy styling a white leisure suit Big broken windows reveal the parking lot scene Somewhat curious glancing at the obscured obscene Skate rats, wool hats, street cats living artwork conjoined blurred images in back All playing a competitive game of hacky sack Perfection human existence united in time Not worrying about the growing line to enter the beer sign illuminated front wood scape Glass panels replaced by white painters tape The mini movie playing not bothered to pause screech of old breaks should not be the cause of ending back alley hang - it’s local’s domain Just a courteous nod to the motorized ink stain Rolling on fumes two-toned ‘74 station wagon Legs owning a tattoo of a green cartoon dragon Amps, guitars and body parts packed In between an enormous gig rack stacked Stumbling out like too many clowns in a kit car The drummer was the first to enter the bar Dragging a bass drum ten times his head Next the guitarist who knew he could shred Squeaky wheels scraping old wooden floors Big black back swinging doors Slamming shut vibrating glasses Bouncers begin admitting the masses Purple bulbs glowing, anticipation growing Back lit broken crooked stage an overhead flying dancing cage Fresh smell of Clorox masking stale cheap booze Visceral palpitations a tangible ooze fresh cigarettes lit nowhere to sit Big black Docs stuck to the floor merch shop unpacking behind a closed half door Decorations from holiday’s gone by hanging off frame Lyrics on repeat brainwashed in pre-game Musical enlightenment soon induced bliss A show that could not be missed Next the overly scented groupies appear Standing near the back bar sipping beer Fans harassing the busy road crew claiming to be someone the singer knew General admission fans rushing the stage Some climbing stairs to claim the cage Backstage the band anxious for their first set Shoulder to shoulder everyone is dripping wet Sound engineer blasting an inaudible tune They had to be getting ready to appear soon The lights dim low our collective hairs recognize it first a mass color of rhythm we burst one musical body instinctively synced forever harmoniously linked.
Carnivore Whore – 10/12/2020
Hey, hey you, yea you how do you do? Don't look around, I can't be found You're listening to an eternal sound A conscious broadcast over your chews buried in the floorboards of the pews a beating heart broken apart no longer free but hello, it's me How do I taste? Let me explain My life was a waste just a textured mouth stain perched upon a convenient food chain you ate me alive I couldn't survive. Wasn’t much of one cut short and done Before I could live I was bred for food in order to give all the pleasures you deserve china you were served my head on a plate Didn't I deserve a better fate? Of all the choices given How did it wind up me? I wasn’t a cartoon M&M dancing on TV I had a heart born for consumption desire not a moment of pleasure before thrown in the fire Was my pain juicy enough for your tangy tongue? My meat wasn't tough my life had just begun Carnivore whore continue wanting more Good bye my friends Your life was just pretend A seasoning blend will dress you in your end
Watch – 10/10/2020
Watch the mind it's parked outside Ears ringing Time to eat The backseat's texture is leather We are approaching turbulent weather
But When? – 10/9/2020
Larvae eggs in the brook mistook green beating heart pulsing in her hand bland excuse for missing life wife instead burnt out night light blackened her eye thigh indented hobbled to walk stalk new thoughts disappear fear back to the start street meet you on the rocket ship dip into the salty water mask flask of dirty politics drown frown the wrinkles old bold enough to do it all again But when?
Abuse – 10/2/2020
Beaten down, voice silenced manipulated, distorted beyond recognition In fear, oppression you believe what you've been told Sold to the one holding the strings The puppet, the whore you have become withstanding the continuous verbal stings. The master recruits a tribe, solicits a bribe, validation craved Bullying digested, no chance to be saved The posse paints a new reality, Identity becomes a foreign shell, Suffering in an unrecognizable hell.
Fragile Light – 10/2/2020
For My Grandma, The long slow caresses placed upon your head while standing carefully next to your bed Initially on your frail forehead then sweeping slowly through your thinning gray hair Human touch not often shared with those preparing to rest Awkwardly scared I'm trying my best. The vast disheartening unknown we are all lights on loan Your eyes met mine We stood frozen in time Speaking softly A fragile light Confiding in me you would be alright.
Fascism or Democracy? – 10/1/2020
FASCISM Devouring Violence Hateful Words and actions Americans broken into frightening fractions 2nd Amendment gun aiming straight at my head Threatening my 1st Amendment for something I've said DEMOCRACY Uniting Equality Joining If we can keep it so we've been told 40% to the devil they've been sold Another moment we roll up our sleeves Good wins over evil - we must always believe
The Poem Book – 9/28/2020
I grant you the writer’s word book simply take one quick look of the answers written deep inside. No lingering she has too much to hide. Rip only one random page out to read what she ponders about. An empty page is your prize but why do your eyes appear so sad? angrily, yelling responding quite mad “This is absurd - I expected words” But you have chosen the beautiful blank sheet because it’s YOU – You ought to meet.
Somewhere in Ireland – 9/27/2020
My left arm was wrapped around your right shoulder in relief Finally a feeling of security a sanctuary beyond belief The warmth of dark wood, smiling faces laughing, singing and embraces A room full of family, although strangers Free from the infinite inoculated dangers “Can’t we move here” you asked This beautiful pub in Ireland masked the reality in which we knew Intense insanity from the red, white and blue Mental abuse raging on repeat Each morning rising to a deeper defeat. How glorious sitting beside new friends I whispered in your ear this too will end. You were in my dream and longed to stay Oh how I wished we could figure the way With some doubt I prayed for an exit out of waking to the news that we once again lost our right to choose. Remaining inside this peaceful place The horror we could finally replace I leaned toward you to say this image would soon be going away You pleaded, you needed to keep the dream alive I tried. Unfortunately I had to pee so utopia did not survive.
The Covid Hole – 9/9/2020
When your first word of the day is FUCK! It can’t be very good List of items circulating of what I should Accomplish today but instead I can barely push myself out of bed Unaware I’m grinding my teeth Equal share of pain falling beneath Disdain overload Prisoner within my own abode Physical fatigue mental confusions Endless images of detailed delusions A carousel of self-isolation illusions Skating among the variety of mass seclusions Fingernails full of mud peeking from the dirty hole Fighting for my fading role Disgraced, erased I retreat in defeat My empty space Has been easily and permanently replaced
Punks on Call – 9/1/2020
You’ve reached 1-800 punks on call Leave a message We’re skating at the mall State your name What’s your game Clean your gutters? Feed your mother? Cut your grass? We won’t kiss your ass! But we’ll get the job done And we’re lots of fun! No skinheads! They make their own beds!
Tales of the Crypt – 09/1/2020
Tales of the crypt The script rewrites In cinematic horror Just the borrower Of these sands of time Unable to speak and The reek of bodily decay Pretzel dough skin, oh the dismay Buzzing bugs around her head as if she were a carcass left for dead Injected pictures ingrained into the dream induced brain Culture obsessed with girlish youth Concealed from the future’s truth The villain portrayed through bias lens Pretends she was never young The unsung hero accepts her role Her outward beauty that time has stole Few choices left so in regret Intensifies the distorted view Falling victim of being told what to do Once in envy and stealing hearts Embraces her agonizing parts of Portraying witches and old jealous bitches Propagating the illusion That aging is a female violent delusion Confronting her past It all came too fast Angry frown lines appear Lost memories redefine her fear Time to inject the poison cure Plumping the skin to lure The judgmental eyes away From those who cast her astray Each a spoke in the wheel They too will someday feel That destiny on repeat One step closer to mental defeat Wait that’s not her fate Fuck Father time and the grains of sand She started a bad ass punk rock band It’s not a-bout those who cast doubt Rewrite your lead and you will succeed Youth can always be revised Aging is not a step toward our demise Beauty is the sharing of the heart and it's never too late to start Don't worry about the beholder Come on grrrls We are not getting media generated older
Beyond Pissed – 8/15/2020
Crisis mode now Understand how Cheat to win Juvenile sin Worn us down Putin’s clown Not a dictator in the making but already taking Elections Protections Clean air Healthcare Free speech Clean beach Minority rights Fair fights Truth and hate Mask debate Wildlife act Allies pact Unequal wages Kids in cages Dying souls Mass grave holes US mail High crime bail Fake disease Eh, just do what you please Fucking care? If so; SHARE Otherwise jerk off my list I’m beyond pissed!
Cowboy X – 7/29/2020
CHORUS Cowboy X with a gun in his hand Owning his land Cum stained camouflage jerking off bullets and gas Signing the cross at mass Shiny shoed 3 martini pressed suit Luger steak Gnawing his way through a tax break Cowboy X with a flag on his underwear Proving he cares Where it begins? War on it’s own citizens Speed snorting psychopath Interrupted my path Manipulated wrath Road lizard The blizzard in June Top shelf hail ruin My skylight and plight Cowboy X Crypto fascist ass He’s in sight Fuck you Asshole King of the trolls Get out of my way Have a nice day Smiley face t-shirt wearing Dodge clown AND That’s what’s behind this lip biting frown Regurgitating the stomach acid with my morning tea Can’t fake the usual smile that you want to see? The weight of the pain crosses the finish line first It’s my coping at it’s finest worst “How to proceed -With no hope to succeed” Survival was an easier task Now fueled by eating chunks of stupid vomit within my own mask The darkest hole devours me whole “How to escape - In an endless mindscape?” Death, destruction and isolation stupor I could hurt you too but that’s not what I intend to do Blank stare life state, sorry mate – it is your fault Caught spinning in a free fall verbal assault of confusion and self-doubt My shout falls short swirling and whirling in the Covid show With absolutely “nowhere to go” Never did cocaine but heart racing insane The blow pushing me to show up For the week, the meek, too weak To trudge through the same old sludge with a different date Happiness upside down replaced by hate The crazy circus clown is now my own reflection Looking too deeply I failed inspection I’m a walking Morgan in the ground hog day roam Jailed within - my very own home (CHORUS) Keep it moving sheep, WEEP in time Left behind, stabbed in the back For something I know I lack But still got to eat bitches while the witches stir their brew If only I knew what was on that tarot card- THIS wouldn’t be so goddamn hard Nope, you dope there’s always a first time to the fire up that dope The cure to lure me in headphone sweet juice bliss in order to miss the next wave of madness and sadness the pain is the splinter underneath my fingernail The more I pick the more I fail The hurt I inflict drives deeper in space Joy replaced Voices voices voices echoing on repeat Complete with a front row seat Quickly alleviate devalue the time Bad mood rhyme stood frozen in sign language of personal matter no flatter will support a normal cohort Anticipation of sorrow to borrow that lost time back Retract brutal words forming Storming to the forefront Blunt Imbalance of human laughter lost Role to play - nervous system is the boss Mourning the loss Delve deeper into the cause an unhealthy tonic of entangled laws Inherently bound complex a hint Black and blue blueprint tint of opposites composing this prose Dedicated to those In this “not a test” mode test Doing our very best (CHORUS) America’s Frontline Doctors and shock troopers just super Flea collar dollar Dark money honey Alien sex Hex cure Sure to make you better Birds of a feather Domain 10 days old You’ve been told There was trouble ahead, trouble ahead Did you heed what I said? There’s still trouble ahead But look at those official white coats everyone will care Share the news choose your entire list Everyone, even those who will be pissed Because they are standing in front of the Supreme Court Wait - Abort mission – You no longer have permission Unrecognized frame shame induced truth to hide Placing the less gullible thoughts aside To defend the halo effect Wrecked carefully select the cast of impressions Oohh Shiny object possessions Provoking a take notice study Lost friendships, buddy Vulnerabilities revealed Sealed in discomfort Protected in the ancient fort Of We and They on display Tattered flags flying high Morally pervasive (I sigh) This long sigh is the worst of me and I’ve had quite enough This long sigh is the best of me and I’m not giving up Convincing fraudulent rights Fights to the end Defending, sending the normal history Into a blank mystery Widespread fear Drive, strive and find some fraction of happiness in order to survive Unmarked militia in unmarked cars Kidnap citizens throw them behind bars The pocket size book The constitution you overlook But hold in your pant pocket Your keepsake locket Vandalized by your eyes that look away The smell of rotting amendments in decay Your judges strip away our rights Erase the injustice fights For all who live, breath, fight and die The promise land in which you buy The poor stay poor and the sick get sicker While you bicker on what lobbyist to choose and who else to schmooze… Hi, how are you and what do you do? Ohhh Really? Well I’ve got a private room to join for that kind of coin. Whatever you need, here’s my personal cell – I won’t tell what goes on behind the closed doors, hi heels on marble floors, personal whores with a free get out of jail card just to keep you hard. Sir, what would you prefer for the ring around your dick? Pink or red lipstick? Don’t worry, we’re in no hurry. We know how to keep the uneducated on our side, hide it all, build a wall, give them a gun - pretend they’ve won. So come on over, sit a little closer we’ll put your corporation on our next poster. Show and tell for the masses those ignorant asses won’t know what hit THEM we’ll just blame it on the far left DEMs. We know they care but we can’t lose our market share. Sign right here – would you like whiskey, scotch or beer? I present you our plan – Welcome to the Klan! Not a dictator in the making but already taking Elections Protections Clean air Healthcare Free speech Clean beach Minority equality Lies and hate Mask debate Wildlife act Allies pact Unequal wages Kids in cages Dying souls Mass grave holes US mail High crime bail Fake disease Just do what you please Welcome to the wild west of cowboy x and friends Where your very existence ends
The Pandemic within the Pandemic – Part 2 (Black) 6/2/2020
What part of I can’t breathe don’t you understand – gasping for air he begs, “Please let me stand” Pleading to his dead mom as you kneel harder into his throat yet you walk free in the land of the free That’s a fucking joke only for those who look like me The color of your skin, your kin decide if you live or die – goddamn fucking why? When will this end you hateful slugs, thoughts prayers and hugs won’t bring these men and woman back Stolen by those who lack a soul – out of control (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) Civil rights only for whites Peaceful protesters blinded by gas Risking their lives as they mass Together demanding justice for the slain The blood rain mixed in with tears – the fear to wear a hoodie, to jog, to drive a car while being black Scared to be attacked by those who take an oath to protect and serve The least the fallen deserve is swift action upon The devils who hide in uniform disguised as a sheet And those who stand idly witnessing how they beat and kill at will Lift the voices, who demand to be heard turn the absurd back around – stand your ground (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) The feeling of being at the brink of meeting your maker The life taker you support instead of report and Hear their screams while their dreams engulfed in hell You repel their very breath the cause of their death The pain and violence is all they know, the media show Will never reveal the true light of the ignorance they fight, they show Up every day while you cast your judgement from your ivory tower Ignorance was bliss but now you are forced to see what you’ve missed Open your eyes The wise all of a sudden have something to say through the bias lens of a news outlet aimed to hide the truth Your data is not real your loud mouth only reveals your conspiracy mind babble as a form to justify your existence. The louder you yell doesn’t make it true Walk a mile in his shoes before you sing the blues Woe is me you claim to be the victim – as you pray to Him Pondering paper or plastic in which to pay the hardest part of your day For the plastic face you conceal – Get fucking real The country needs to feel his pain before it can heal The kneeling during the anthem wasn’t enough For you were offended as you always are Since you can’t reach far Outside of your protective shell of dark and deceit Always believing you have the right – ultimate receipt of privilege The entitlement of the establishment that created this divide you cower and hide From in your perfection and ideals not being brought up in fear and despair Never given a fair shot or chance to succeed, they bleed and die from the gun shot The knee on his throat while you gloat righteousness in high places Look directly into their faces Don’t just see the pain feel the horror of the slain (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) The country in mourning, longing for change time to rearrange Each peaceful protest, ignored or misdirected didn’t change the corrupt mind, keep them behind Just an offence to build a higher fence Your hateful ways set in stone the core of your ugliness born In the marrow of your bones Your racism always existed usually masked until now The anger erupting and you blame them somehow? It’s you, the abuser setting the fires And the political liars you follow continuing to preach and teach your kin how to sin The deepest holes, the moles of our society Turning a blind eye too ignorant to understand why The destruction playing out is your fault You who always finds fault in the other Endure the grief of a black mother Burying her son Mental incapacity the hurt can’t be undone Your eyes turn a deeper shade of hollow Unable to swallow the clarity, the insight That it was YOU who started this fight a long time ago The fires you fuel are waiting for you - down below (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) This daunting stress test to find the very best within us We must overcome this leaderless outcome Of a nation in rage in chaotic form, the need for reform Years of systematic abuse allowed to run loose Justified by political agenda of the evil who protest pro-life for the unborn Sworn by their religion of rhetoric and hate Mouth on the hook took the bait Jesus, you praise was a humble man Would not be part of your clan You say, by the way MAGA loves the black man? Well then MAGA already bans him from the club Your Freudian slip revealed your snub The moment is too big for you stuck in the brain of an unsympathetic boy of 2 Accelerant of the rage holding the biggest stage Encouraging a riot inside your own gate Turning your back state of withdrawal you just can’t relate The leader of the cult, the bully with the perfect insult Igniter of flame as you blame antifa who don't exist the name used to resist fascism While the band of neo Nazi’s and white supremacy groups own 98 percent of the violence in this land Make America Great? You mean white; right? Demanding justice is not a crime You have no right to chime in When your terrorists show up fully armed – for that you’re not alarmed? Protesting human, voting, environmental rights – This country has reached new heights of low Hell is no longer below (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) For those who demand change Don’t burn your own home You’re eating your own giving them even more fuel to be cruel Harming your side maintains the divide The future is in your hand, band together vote out the fraud, the haters, the instigators The ones who keep you marginalized demoralized, vote them out Don’t lose sight, fight the right bout The wrecking ball removed all oversight of their crimes But they whine about yours and lock you indoors in jail No hope with making bail Falling into their trap places you directly on their lap To blame and shame your misdeeds enables them to succeed Surrender the hurt free yourself from the dirt Shed the light, open the doors, don’t burn your own stores Rebuild, Unite – You have only one chance to get this right!!!! (Stand up vow to change all this shit’s got to rearrange) Peaceful protesters is not your battle space – you full blown basket case Our troops are not your play toy To move and destroy those you oppose your hate Our rights are not up for debate Using rubber bullets and pepper spray – just to make your way For a photo op where you use a bible as a prop This must fucking stop To show your fake law and order You block peaceful protesters in Stupidity and disorder will not win Death for Democracy you make us choose Death for Democracy you will lose!
The Pandemic within the Pandemic – Part 1 (White) – 5/20/2020
Stand up, vow to change All this shit's got to rearrange Stupidity on loop doesn’t make it true Manipulating your thoughts is what they do Fire the fact tellers - keep them good old fellows in power as you cower to his graces - rip off the multiple faces, like a Bandaid it hurts at first burst in to light regain the right, clarity of sight Bread lines, winning the death count as they continue to mount is your badge of honor? Your honor the judges you cheer steer you right back into the gutter the bully stutter Don’t see your gang at the country club or owning stocks –keep rattling that bag of rocks Won’t buy you a tie and a Rolex on your wrist - you have no idea why you even resist Head in the sand - hail your second coming -way to keep dumbing us down you fucking clowns Small print – wear a mask - ignore the facts take another chug, slug from your dirty flask of politics Run to your house of sticks and mix another cocktail you won’t fail- the mud walls will never pack your grave or cave in You were born to win- For it’s the USA –millionaire prey - news flash you’ll always be their trash – Limo tire tracks over newly shoveled dirt A pressed white clean button down shirt won’t camouflage your rotting soul – right back into your hole once your pitiful role is no longer needed seeded in evil – the way to stay in the dark – your misspelled signs mark the lack of education they stole – The juice will keep you immune from the buffoonery you cheer -the alcohol in that beer will keep you alive While the sick are fighting to survive - they shot gun a breathing tube while you lube your wrecking ball - prepare for the fall The risk is worth the game, your new found fame online - oh how you shine with barf running down your chin and tagging all the places you have been But it’s your right to fight and carry that gun to prove you’ve won Stand and shout for your own oppression great impression- but that’s what it’s about It’s YOU they USE their muse -they line their pockets make you believe you’re elite – literally licking their feet Laughing as you jerk off on stage they carefully prepared arranged – the stooge standing gloating – face down in the sludge just floating Mix another cocktail you won’t fail, protest the mail - hold up the vote – don’t let them have a say by remote it’s lost in the couch cushion again - just WHEN it’s time for your frozen TV dinner - of news and friends – yea you’re the winner Of this race loud and proud helping the rich while you’re beating down your bitch Way to hold on to that American dream – a pathetic pawn in their planned death scheme Stand Up, Vow to Change, All this Shit’s, Gotta Rearrange
But Daddy (Ivanka) – 5/13/2020
Violet violently chopping her gum, the righteous one Greedy needy and beyond dumb felt as though she had won She would ferociously steal and eat a whole meal Since she was part of chosen few until she turned a deep shade of blue Augustus bloated and full of desire Took a dive face first right into the fire Only to get painfully stuck And miss out on the forever suck But Daddy, I want an oompa loompa Inheriting the golden egg gave her the right to beg Varuca Salt held the golden ticket of lottery sperm Pollinated, incarnated the demon germ Manufactured with intent to create her own class on the back of those who kissed her ass The soft walls of the womb define her childhood room Bound to the restrictions of the coil and crown Lips painted red in the shape of a sad clown Thick cakey white powder masks the tear drop mark Concealing her murderous soul, the stark vacant hole, once reflected a beautiful mole Sipping tea with the devil at her small table and chairs Home schooled by his mind altering stares “You are better than all, you will not fall. You are smart, my dear black heart. Don’t let me down, I grant you this crown no other deserves this power, you shall not cower to those unlike you. Do whatever you have to. Make it, take it, lie and buy. Demoralize the good, that do what they should, helping those who oppose your fist. They will try and resist. RAPE those in your way, YOU, my dear are the star of this play. Her once innocent heart belonged to generations past The dark demon morphed his host, found a shell at last Unaware of her wooden extremities moving by string She began to sing (whistle of the oompa loompas) (I want the world, I want the whole world, I want to lock it all up in my pocket, it’s my bar of chocolate, give it to me now) Servants tediously tending at her beck and call Their knuckles bleeding raw constructing her wall Aimed to keep them separate from her tiara of thorns BORN from the wrong color blood And Sworn to shovel her mud until they drowned in that blue blood flood Whipping those who feebly hold her human powered bed In which they are led to prance her about, the peasants shout and praise as they raise the litter so appropriately named She’s not ashamed parading her throne in which to sit Displaying her talent of finger painting with her own shit The loudspeaker floods the ears conspiracy talk She calls upon her fixer, her hawk to hoard all the gobstoppers with the never ending suck Just to make sure everyone else remained fucked Not brought up to share she dies in despair Down the garbage chute with her inner circle following suit Never finding true wealth and in ailing health Claimed her rights to a oompa loompa slave Swearing to take him to the grave In her decaying isolation the graveyard speaks The rich, the poor, the outcast freaks Still divided in death they lie alone Buried side by side bone by bone
Pandemic Delivery – 05/03/2020
Pandemic delivery Where have you been? Mangled box and sides caving in How was your ride? I’m still caged up and stuck inside
Sharks – 5/1/2020
There are sharks in the water Sharks in the shallow cove There’s trouble ahead, There’s trouble ahead Heed what I said, There’s trouble ahead Under current trying to pull you in Frozen in sand up to your chin There’s trouble ahead, There’s trouble ahead Heed what I said, There’s trouble ahead Lurking in the tide sure to get bit Waist high in sludge you’re sitting in shit There’s trouble ahead, There’s trouble ahead Heed what I said, There’s trouble ahead Don’t yell shark panic will follow The size of his bite is only one swallow There’s trouble ahead, There’s trouble ahead Heed what I said, There’s trouble ahead Your blood it rings the dinner bell Hot soup for all go grab your shell There’s trouble ahead, There’s trouble ahead Heed what I said, There’s trouble ahead It’s time to go fishing – might need a bigger boat “Smile you son of a bitch” – I’m staying afloat “Can we go home now?”
Herd Immunity – 4/30/2020
(mmmrrrrr) Herd Immunity Not for me Herd Immunity Wait and see Led to the slaughter like a poor sick cow Weed out the weak is where we’re at now Birth, fed, used, abused – Keep them confused The tribe stays poor – no access to learn Throw them in the fire and watch them burn Megaphone the chant - repeat in sleep Release the hounds around the sheep Put them on stage the ego feels love Sit on the golden thrown way above (mmmrrrrr) Herd Immunity Not for me Herd Immunity Wait and see Led to the slaughter like a poor sick cow Weed out the weak is where we’re at now Birth, fed, used, abused – Keep them confused The tribe stays poor – no access to learn Throw them in the fire and watch them burn Watered down souls roaming around Lost in the fog – they’ll never be found Wasted breath won’t save the living lost Run from the farm at any cost (mmmrrrrr) Herd Immunity Not for me Herd Immunity Wait and see Led to the slaughter like a poor sick cow Weed out the weak is where we’re at now Birth, fed, used, abused – Keep them confused The tribe stays poor – no access to learn Throw them in the fire and watch them burn Digested what you’ve heard? You’re part of the herd Pluck the pacifier and SPIT OUT THE CURD!
The Cockroaches – 4/26/2020
As the earth dies, cries, inhales and gasps for a moment to breathe The cockroaches hunker down inside their abode In lock down mode they mourn for days past and living fast The pre spring showers seem endless - longer than before The burning and bleeding the breeders chose to ignore In these sunless days why is there more light? The pause bringing clarity and insight - however Will it change the roach’s way and guide his path? The grim reaper standing ready to hoist his wrath The earth has been weeping for years but swimming through the tears They scurry in the darkness unaware until the despair of disease falls upon Distracting, brainwashing, intensifying the greed, the need to profit off the decaying Weighing the speech of pirates stealing the truth destroying the proof Roaches will remain carrying their disdain eating their own right down to the bone Flowers and trees still blooming, roaches looming, birds still singing, roaches bringing Fever -Bash the believer, Animals running free, roaches don’t see, water flowing clear, the roaches can’t hear The decrease in pollution – still no solution When the light returns and shines from the sun will the cockroach run And hide or strip his pride reverse the habits killing his race Or look honestly into his dark sullen eyes hidden within his ugly unconcerned face?
The Pawn – 4/3/2020
Crimes covered up, an ego driven rant. I just can’t Abortions, guns and churches being closed – all those opposed- Hell Heil The EVIL and the VILE - raging a war? What are we fighting for? Wearing masks, missing our daily tasks, saving a life, political strife, stay at home orders, state borders? Divide us more - awe –everything’s such a bore. Recall a day we stood united (baluuurp) fast forward short sighted. Holding hands on 911 -today we dismiss those entering heaven? Monsters, a talking head -forced fed, regurgitating lies; propaganda, our demise – a king, the right wing, socialists, angry fists – WALK, TALK, FIGHT, I’M RIGHT – WALK, TALK, FIGHT, I’M RIGHT Commit the ultimate sin; but will your side ever win? You’re the pretender; never surrender. What sacrifice? It’s my slice of the pie and I am willing to die. My precious. Each just a pawn in a pandemic attack- Get your life back? The silent bomb has landed; eh just ignore but wait until it knocks on your front door. You can’t be sure -Knock Knock Knocking on heaven’s door. Disguised as a disease? Kiss the hand you please. Heartbroken flags used, abused citizens lay dying, crying, ALONE saying goodbye on the phone. A virtual embrace – thank you, front line All others resign Bring back humanity AND eliminate this fucking insanity.
From the Dying – 4/1/2020
I lie awake in the horror of it all A surreal nightmare In an endless free fall The signs were left upon our door A red flashing light We chose to ignore Lies and greed have built this prison The verbal abuse We were forced to listen Alone and dying I try to shout I scream in help But nothing comes out Even in sickness no hand to hold Gifted to the devil In which I was sold This sweaty cold sleep will be my demise From this bed I will not rise Humanity was taken a long time ago Tagged with a number In the cold truck – I must go
Covid 19 – 3/6/2020
Covid -19 – you’re a bad dream, Covid -19 – you’re a bad dream Sitting in my house and wondering why How many more have to die You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief A man is dead, took a drug you said Would save is life but His ailing wife In ICU Blames it all on you You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief I’d hate to be inside your head Your plastic skin masks the devil instead Open the country back up you said Who cares about the walking dead You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief Business, money and fame that’s craved Replaces the lives that need to be saved Shame on you! Nothing to do? Tweet your lies as another one dies You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief America’s economy is all that mattered While American’s lives are forever shattered Scrooge stopped counting the precious dollar You’d rather separate white and blue collar You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief We’re not a pawn on your TV show Where you hide the script so no one will know How many bodies are down below As your staff kisses up to you row by row You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief The many, many, many you hire and fire Your lack of intelligence our assurance is dire Corruption, slush funds, political liars Beam me up Scotty, time to retire You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief A brand new planet can’t save us now Space force plans just won’t allow The unworthy among us must beg and bow To the slaughter we’re led like a poor sick cow You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief The actions you took created this mess With power and greed none the less Our helpers abroad have all disappeared Something you schemed I’ve always feared You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief You hid the truth for your political gain We’re all just numbers – it’s criminally insane You refused the tests that would’ve mapped it out People dying alone while you spew false doubt You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief Nurses in garbage bags tending to the ill As you tout a big business bailout bill You say it’s easy – sacrifice the old Who the fuck are you – so heartless, so cold You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief Pro- life for unborn in which you rally But who cares about Grandma Sally Half this country is part of your cult And no; that’s not a petty insult You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief You call me the bully? Look inside I’m standing up – no time to hide The dirty black fish rots from the head Keep drinking the cool-aid you’ve been fed You’re late on relief, false belief and a moral thief The fear inside Just won’t hide Nowhere to run Look what you’ve done Your heartless dark soul Won’t own your role But we’re all the same in the hollow hell hole
Maga Swamp – 2/26/2020
Big Blowup Trump Baby flying in the sky He looks down upon us spewing lie after lie Sabotaged the union undermined our FBI How can you defend and be his alibi He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for Fair Elections Constitutional Protections Fair Elections Constitutional Protections No kids in cages - support equal wages It’s not a perfect call – They’re climbing your wall Global Warming’s not pretend And Russia’s not our friend Our world as we know it ceases to be It’s time to save our democracy Broad casting system don’t switch the TV This is a true emergency He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for Fair Elections Constitutional Protections Fair Elections Constitutional Protections No kids in cages - support equal wages It’s not a perfect call – They’re climbing your wall Global Warming’s not pretend And Russia’s not our friend Tar pit MAGA swamp is what we’re swimming in It’s a big black dinosaur skeleton bin Alternative facts are starting to win Selling your soul is the ultimate sin He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for He feeds the rich and starves the poor You better understand what you’re voting for Fair Elections Constitutional Protections Fair Elections Constitutional Protections No kids in cages - support equal wages It’s not a perfect call – They’re climbing your wall Global Warming’s not pretend And Russia’s not our friend
Gen X Lament – 11/16/2019
You call me old you call me bold, you don’t know what flows through these veins Part passion - Part regret in opportunities blown - maybe the unknown But it’s never too late – it’s never too late until I’m 6 feet deep where the maggots seep I hear your insult see your look go post another selfie on Facebook So I missed that audition “could’ve been a star” but found out I was pregnant in that bar My suitcase is stock full of shit and each I revisit bit by bit. I had wings I had wings riding that big wheel 100 miles an hour around my block I got dirty –played king of the rock and loved the way those worms felt in between my fingers The dirt bombs I threw - the bird who shit on my shoe And that line drive I caught in my dad’s big ass glove - it was love Even poppa seagull who ate all my lunch on the beach - Each EACH just lost fragments of light - reminding me on how I missed that train in which Patti sang What went wrong - I didn’t belong My missteps along the way haunt me everyday Now in a mournful plight - I play clips of memories in black and white Engulfed in visceral textiles of shag and velour Me, the human remote watching TV on the floor Scratches of vinyl rhythms are the soundtrack behind Flashes of insanity stuck within my mind Sights and Sounds of unwrinkled skin - of pursuing lost ambitious of my kin My youth – where does it hide? it’s buried in a bottle - what’s inside? Purpose, dreams, goals, my roles every time I lied, every time I cried, regrets, scars, dancing in bars, passing notes in the hall, the big red ball, sneaking a kiss in the mall, tears, fears, sex all night, sorry for the fight, Sunday subs, back rubs, sleeping outside, low tide… There’s too much sand but it’s better than where you stand I was on top of the world now I just fight for the air you ration out -What’s that about? I’m lost in a hole no air to breathe I just seethe Sir, how much air am I allowed today and what’s okay to say? I know I’m too old I know I’m too bold with more time behind than in front It’s time to punt -It’s not a stunt - I still got time – this life is mine The dagger of your insults pierce my skin but careful not to cash in When that handle becomes the blade you’ll be the one in the shade You say -My looks are fading; eh? Fuck you – you’ll be me someday
Sticky Kitty – 10/20/2019
I’m where it’s at cuz I’m the cum rag cat Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty Don’t need no gel cuz I wear it well Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I’m glad you stare cuz it’s Mohawk hair Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty It’s not all funk. It’s my owner’s junk Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I’m for hire to the highest buyer - I’m for hire to the highest buyer Pay my tip with some cat nip – Just pay my tip with some MEOW I’m where it’s at cuz I’m the cum rag cat Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I won’t scratch I’ll clean your snatch Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I don’t bite I’m a pussy wipe Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty Don’t have a fit I’ll lick that shit Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I’m for hire to the highest buyer - I’m for hire to the highest buyer Pay my tip with some cat nip – Just pay my tip with some cat MEOW I’m where it’s at cuz I’m the cum rag cat Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I use my fluff to wash your muff Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty No need to move I know the groove Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty Just stay in bed use me instead Sticky Kitty, Sticky Kitty I’m for hire to the highest buyer - I’m for hire to the highest buyer Pay my tip with some cat nip – Just pay my tip with some cat MEOW
Flea Market Lingerie – 6/27/2019
Trekking the aisles at the swap meet - Sun in my eyes and mud on my feet Rows and rows of useless stuff - Boxes overfilled but there’s never enough Bungee Cords and an Elvis clock - Even found the house of a pet rock Homemade goods and plants too - What beats the holes of a worn out shoe? It’s what I see to my dismay - Carefully arranged a wire display Flea Market Lingerie Flea Market Lingerie That’s not right That’s not right The masses all huddled way out far - Eating greasy eggs at the snack bar Antique chairs in a rusted truck - Staring at eyes of a poor stuffed buck It never fails I’ve got to go - Where could it be I just don’t know Flea Market Lingerie Flea Market Lingerie That’s not right That’s not right Over the grass and past the con - No health code just a dirty port a john Hold your breath don’t pass out - We just did a full turn a bout What do I see once again - Placed all around the lonely old men Flea Market Lingerie Flea Market Lingerie That’s not right That’s not right
Pee in the Street – 3/19/2019
VERSE 1 I don’t care what you say I’m gonna do it anyway Middle aged wanna be yuppy hack Taking a chance “GET OFF MY BACK” Run Run Run away to Mom and Dad Lost it all awe, that’s too bad I’ve got the courage to see it through It’s not what you say, it’s what you do You’re the one standing in the way Fucking weasel is “HERE TO STAY” Run Run Run away from it all Empty space and no one to call CHORUS Intentions were kind but you lost your mind Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET” I was your friend it didn’t have to end Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET” VERSE 2 Weird creepy laugh gave me the chills That’s ok, I’m working my fills Girlfriend’s leaving you burnt your hand No one’s around “NOT EVEN YOUR BAND” Run Run Run away really far Sorry to say “IT’S NOT YOUR BAR” I chose the path in which to take It’s not your dream, it’s mine at stake The judgement to cast upon this witch Watch your back cuz “KARMA’S A BITCH” Run Run Run away off this ride Time to look deep inside Intentions were kind but you lost your mind Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET” I was your friend it didn’t have to end Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET” VERSE 3 One year later and you’re still a troll Ron just warned me go back in your hole Drunk ass banker finding you work but all the bosses said you’re a “BUTT HURT JERK” Run Run Run away nothing left to say RPF’s got a show to play Intentions were kind but you lost your mind Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET” I was your friend it didn’t have to end Time to retreat go “PEE IN THE STREET, PEE IN THE STREET”