God damn the corporations
ill will alive as poison cake!
known numb be all masses
for the obvious lie they take
But God damn corporations
suffering pain be your hate!
my goal 'tis dismantle yous
manifest extinct as the fate
Poems
Yap yap yap
Running tap
It's a trap
Yap yap yap
Gums go flap
Full of crap
Yap yap yap
Oozing sap
Fill the gap
Yap yap yap
Minds go snap
Need a slap
Yap yap yap
Take a nap
It's a wrap
When it's time to go
Crow for all you had
Make peace with your life
Choices good and bad
When it's time to go
Kvell for all you made
Pardon your free will
Ofttimes badly played
When it's time to go
Vaunt for all you saw
Wipe your whole slate clean
With leave-taking awe
Developing years habitually poor for thinking
decisions and moves based upon my sinking!
Catch up try's feel great as wasted time oh-no
yet still I walk and not doing so is a big no-no
Make your peace with it
do it now and don't wait,
as last breaths are taken
'pon all times of too late!
Make your peace with it,
here 'tis how in the shell
forgiving self and others
ring pixie's magical bell!
As the Bongs make my new house,
my wife Eang's kin in abundances'
The grand greens of Cambodia roll
fueling gratitude in Buddha hearts
Thank you for the heartbeats
Between the kicks and crawls
For waves that lap the shore
Like hard and fast applause
Thank you for the deep breaths
Betwixt the ropes and floats
For flags that ride the tides
Like anchored pleasure boats
Thank you for the heartbeats
Between the rides and swims
For seas that steel the soul
Like atheistic hymns
Creating emotional devastation!
Botchy tattoo deep 'pon my skin.
Then ganga miracle manifested,
'Tis at last I'm beginning to win!
Such wee astronomical odds
One in 400 quadrillion
The likelihood of coming forth
For all stagey stuff vaudevillian
Such short-lived theatrical runs
From kickoff to culmination
The ne plus ultras vanishing
On the road to dour damnation
My job at Woody Brothers PR,
'tis analyzing sex chat sticker
I'll write about their endeavor,
eying sexy neighbor knickers
Still alive at 65
Bum hip and heart still going
Gimp and weak but still airborne
Old age and wrinkles showing
Still alive at 65
Keen zest for life still humming
Beat and licked but still aloft
On strings of longtime strumming
Still Alive at 65
Glad rosiness still blooming
Low on fuel but still in flight
My final crash site looming
