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Posted: 11/18/2006 8:17:30 PM | Wonder what she’ll name the cat,
and rember it needs a bath.
The man on the bar sool said,
and as I heard it I had to laugh.
I looked at the bar lady,
and said he must have it bad.
She looked at me,
and said yea, he caught a crab. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2006 8:25:26 PM | Wonder what she'll name the cat?
Is a pregnant goldfish really a prat?
A misery...a collective of goth's?
Never knew the one for many many moths.
A packet of pants, a thicket of blondes.
A giggle of gags, a danger of bonds.
A riddle of rhymes, a giggle of gags
A vile of verse, a noggin of nags.
Damn! Too late & too tired...g'nite y'all. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2006 8:39:50 PM | Damn! Too late & too tired...g'nite y'all.
Before he left the ship yard, I heard him call.
She looked at me, and said yea, he caught a crab.
And he’s gone home to cook it up with the fish he did grab.
And he’s invited me to dine, I’ll rub that in to you
Thought you had something going on well this ‘l be news too!
She swaggered out with steely eye directed right my way
And because she pssed me off I took the time to say
That’s not the kind of crab he means, not dinner and fine wine
He means the kind from girls like you, you’re not going there to dine. | |
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Posted: 11/19/2006 8:13:17 AM | He means the kind from girls like you, you’re not going there to dine,
and its called work.
Right when you think you heard it all,
and no one could tell you another tale.
The cook ordered another round of crab to cook,
and you must deliver it to your station.
So what if its a man you knew,
and he is the one that really passed it to you. | |
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Posted: 11/19/2006 8:44:00 AM | he is the one that really passed it to you
so get those feet moving ... one two, one two
head for those posts at the end of the field
avoid their safety or protect our yield
this game is for winners not lazy old sods
get on the ball or get off the job
we can fill your spot easily with Bob
or any one of another ten slobs. | |
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Posted: 11/19/2006 9:49:49 AM | Or any one of another ten slobs,
and the funny thing is thats no joke.
They met in a bar,
and he humped her that first night.
That should of been a skary sign right there,
but no they thought it was a undieing love.
Now they advoid each other,
and try to forget them ever met. | |
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Posted: 11/19/2006 3:31:03 PM | try to forget them ever met or slept when making woopie
its like you are about to make dinner and she eats all the cookies
now as you bet on that horse that didn't leave the stable
you will have to eat your dinner from under the table
you and the dog competing for scraps that are dropped
its a good thing too since that time your artery popped
now trans fats are the only thing that may save you
so pack that empty space beside your heart with stew | |
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Posted: 11/19/2006 4:04:09 PM | So pack that empty space beside your heart with stew
and forget it was me you ever knew
the crabs will disappear...boiled and hot
just add some seasoning to the pot
better shave it, best cure I know
and add some lotion befor you go
you must of got them from that guy named Thorb
cuz his words are wicked and completely absorbed!
  (love ya Thorb) | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 10:39:21 AM | Cuz his words are wicked and completely absorbed,
His words are for fun, they are not even barbed,
Feelings get hurt when words are not true,
But he's telling the truth when he's talking to you,
Innocent flirting is all fine and dandy,
Especially when this site is so full of candy,
You know it's just you he's thinking of,
When the last words he says are so full of love. | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 11:11:13 AM | When the last words he says are so full of love.
In cyberspace reality push comes to shove
With so many fantasies people make up
Believing that words will a soul wake up
And come out dancing at a quarter to three
Wake from a slumbering heart and break free
Dance through the moonlight on cyberspace waves
Really separates cowards from braves
To risk a first meeting and see what is true
Are the words what make up a person like you? | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 12:36:04 PM | Are the words what make up a person like you,
and do you seam to dance with in the wind.
When it blows the strongest do you feel like your one,
and would you stop it to save a life.
Right and wrong,
and the meaning of all time.
Sane are insane,
and yet complete. | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 3:24:24 PM | Sane are insane and yet complete
Two mindsets of one person that crosses the street
No one to ever give into defeat
For to be truely sane one stands on two feet
Insanity prevails strong some say
Yet to be sane is to lead the way
thru harshness and realitys seemless bay
into the cold night and awaking to the brightest day.... | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 6:49:48 PM | Into the cold night and awaking to the brightest day,
and so the hunt begans.
They go out late to be there before day light,
when the sun comes up there hunted is caught off gard.
One bullet,
and one kill.
Then they pack up for the long hall back,
and they carry it out in their backs. | |
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Posted: 11/20/2006 8:11:58 PM | they carry it out in their backs
stack after stack of lost dreams
schemes left in the ashes
sashes tied into armbands for respect
rejecting that chance to leave
freed by empathy and sadness
madness surrounds the circumstance
chance lets heros advance | |
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Posted: 11/21/2006 4:30:49 AM | Chance lets heros advance,
and if the story is done just right.
People will look up to them,
and down at them.
News stories form peoples minds,
and make things what they want them to be.
To many times a hero don't make the news,
and something silly like our tax dollars spent on some officals lunch does. | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 4:31:08 AM | Something silly like our tax dollars spent on some official's lunch does
give a buzz
like wasps let out for a heat-seeking flight -
to bite.
So could we do a little better with those pathetically wasted perky dollars
we rational scholars?
Perhaps setting places for them in some poor-district school canteen
or is that too mean? | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 9:50:00 AM | is that too mean a scheme for your sad dreams of grandure
taking all the hard earned money stashed away for a manicure
just to buy a pack of smokes that will be gone in 2 hours
leaving you so smelly you may just need three showers.
ah but that habit drags so hard acoss your lies
making it easy to steel the hope from little angel's eyes
making false promises to pay back what's gone up in smoke
you think your living a good true life but really its just a joke | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 10:05:07 AM | You think your living a good life
but its really a joke
everything around you
is going up in smoke.
You can pretend it ain't happening
to someone special like you
but time's a rappin'
wasted again on that wicked brew. | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 4:09:09 PM | Wasted again on that wicked brew
That’s what love can do to you.
Spend your time like in a dream
Tripping out on a moonbeam
Three parts fantasy, one part what he say,
Wishful thinking and come what may
Far too much spent wondering what love will bring
Just waiting for that damned phone to ring | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 10:25:00 PM | Just waiting for that damned phone to ring
and then a voice arrives from far far away,
a call centre offering some ding-a-ling
holiday - if you're willing to pay.
You consider trying some long range strangulation
but the voice parrots on until it murders your brain,
you're pondering the need for self immolation
and wonder if you'll ever answer the phone again. | |
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Posted: 11/23/2006 10:49:44 PM | Wonder if you’ll ever answer the phone again
and not hope and pray its him on the other end
Three years gone by but still you sit
Wondering when he’ll call to admit
A mistake he did make and want you back
That he’s ready to get things back on track
But I’ll tell you again and it’s the truth
He’s not gonna call and your wasting your youth! | |
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Posted: 11/24/2006 5:52:52 AM | He's not gonna call
your wasting your youth
Give it up already
Look at the truth.
He was a waste of your time
your better than that
new love you will find
roll out the welcome mat. | |
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Posted: 11/24/2006 10:06:37 AM | roll out the welcome mattress
she's coming home to play
forget about the previous distress
and times you went astray
Prepare a romantic dinner plate
with all the trimmings she likes
a bubble bath would be great
soft music and some candle lite | |
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Posted: 11/24/2006 11:08:43 AM | soft music and some candle light
some Barry White with no shoes
we danced together through the night
never caring who pays the dues | |
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Posted: 11/24/2006 12:28:16 PM | never caring who pays the dues
only who lights the dynamite fuse
To watch so many run in high heel shoes
Scattering like ants on the evening news
Never knowing of the suffering instilled
by the simple laughter of joy fullfilled
yet pain inflicted to hearts that killed
From a ignorant ones laughter distilled........ | |
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