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Here's to Me, Dying and Broke

11/30/2021

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​I can’t pass a car lot
although four new cars, I’ve already got.
Now I need a garage to stash my cars away.
I’ll have to mow down all those trees
for a larger driveway and to build a new five car bay.
 
While I’m at it, what the hell?
I’ve always wanted a swimming pool, can’t you tell?
One I can float in on those sweltering days,
when the community pool is just too far to stray.
A cabana would be great to shelter me from the sun,
although I have a tool shed that’s been acting like one.
I can picture myself, stretching out with a good book and a six pack of beer.
I doubt the old shed will last another year. 

 
I always wanted a pony but I think a horse is due.

I don’t want my steed to roam alone, so I’d better get two.
Now I need a pasture, ten acres might be adequate
 but wait, a hundred acres for my herd, will best accommodate.
Of course, I’ll need a new truck, a Ford 150 with plenty of juice.
But what color to choose?
I know, a red one, a blue one, and another that’s white.
A patriotic fleet with Old Glory flying from their beds’ great height.
 
Speaking of flags, another I now need, to stake in the ground.
To make its home by the water at the house I just found.
A house at the shore, it’s everyone’s dream.
Five beds and five baths are definitely a must.
Cuz, when you live at the beach, on me please trust,
your friends will come like an endless stream.
 
I love dogs.
Dog spelled backwards spells GOD.
Isn’t that odd?

I want to get back to GOD, as close as I can.
So, I went out to find one, best friend of man.
There were a dozen other pups where my guy lay.
If I left them all behind, it would be another dog day.

What the hell, it’s just money my friend.
Now I have twenty dogs, a decision I’ll never defend.
Wait, what is that I hear scratching at my door?
Hello shaggy boy, come on in, at this point, what’s one more?
 
I looked in my checkbook, uh oh it’s in the red.

I guess I spent a bit too much, I’m in way over my head.
I got carried away.
I am way out of balance.
I got caught up in the thinking, ‘you only live once’.
 
I come from simple folk.
We didn’t have much, but we always had our daily bread.
Work hard, be frugal and save your money, Momma always said.
Yea Momma your right, you know
I’ve been caught up in myself, entangled with too much loot.
So, I am changing my ways, going back to my roots.
 
To share all I have and give to those I love,
Yes Momma, this is how I will rise above.
So no more a careless spending old bloke,
From here on I will raise my glass and happily say,
Here’s to me, dying broke!
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Your Silence Broke the Room

11/23/2021

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There was too much idle chat,
It just became such a bore,
It rendered you unsettled,
As you got up to reach the door.

They spoke about your neighbor,
So different but a damn good friend,
Who really didn’t fit in with them,
He was out but you were in.

You didn’t say a thing,
You just listened to their everything,
And not one word passed by, challenged,
You just let them run their mouth free,
They ripped at you, they ripped at me.

We don’t need this club,
We don’t need to be a member,
We don’t need to be pretenders,
So no foul moment, we’ll surrender.

We’d rather be a lonely pair,
My faithful girl and me,
Than belong to your foolish club,
As a member and have a key.

They rag all night, on everyone,
Who doesn’t see it their way,
Who doesn’t play the game they do,
The bigger house, the bigger car,
The golf and tennis club, the pool.
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We don’t need this club,
We don’t need to be a member,
We don’t need to be pretenders,
So no foul comment, we’ll surrender.

We’d rather be a lonely pair,
My faithful girl and me,
Than belong to your foolish club,
So here, here it is, take back your silly key.
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A Frightened Little Bird

11/16/2021

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It was a moment too late
She was gone in the blink of an eye
What it could have been, I’ll never know
I just damn well moved too slow

I was given the time
It was mine, it was mine
And I didn’t say a word
I stood there like a frightened little bird
Not a word that she heard
Foolish me, foolish me
Now, I’ll never know what it could be

It was my moment, my moment in time,
We were caught in the present
She was mine, all mine
But her beauty captured me, like a bee to a rose
And I stood there saying nothing, in an innocent pose

My feet were cemented, I was nailed to the ground
I needed to say something but no courage I found
She was like me, just there, caught in the rain
Why didn’t I approach her? I must be insane

There are those moments, yes, gifted by God
They come upon us, sometimes strangely and odd
That if acted upon, could create a new you
I felt like an intruder just enjoying the view
Just one word said, could have started the race
But I was like a statue just staring in place
I wonder what she was thinking, I wonder how
her life unfolds; I shutter to think I could
have been a part of it, now I’ll never know         

She was gone, she was gone
It didn’t take her long to break from her space
leaving me to wonder what had past
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Might be my only, might be my last
To meet a girl like her, to render me speechless
She was now a blur

I was given the time
It was mine, it was mine
And I didn’t say a word
I stood there like a frightened little bird
Not a word that she heard
Foolish me, foolish me

Now, I’ll never know what could be
Not a word, not a word
Like a frightened little bird
Just a frightened little bird
How ridiculously absurd
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Blue on Blue

11/9/2021

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The question is “Why do I care?”
Unfortunately, I do, but now as I look around me
Just label me a fool,
what I learned I didn’t learn in school,
I’m a cop, call me Blue on Blue
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Yes, Blue On Blue, that’s who I am,
I never thought the world would turn
I never thought the cities would burn
It was my wish to help where I can
Kids used to call me
“Mr Policeman”

I’ve  been called “Copper”
The “Fuzz”, The “Heat”
It was alright with me, I saw it as innocent play
Now  “Hey Pig” they call me
And I  still attempt, everyday
To be the best that I can be
To earn my strips, to earn my pay

What bothers me, is everything I say
Or do is under scrutiny,
It seems that I (we) can’t get any thing right
It steals my sleep during the day
Cause my regular shifts at night,
But whatever shift I’m working, it’s fine,
It’s so you all can sleep with  peaceful minds,
Because We, the Blue On Blue
are protecting your behinds
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If there are no longer police like me
You best protect you and yours
Because with lawlessness out there,
there are no quick cures,
Some of you are dream’n the way you’re lean’n,
For you I suggest you build moat around your home,
And be careful where you roam

Blue, On  Blue
The name it seems to fit me well
My life now is a living hell
I damn well understand
Your right is to be safe and free
And I will protect those rights to my dying day
So what good is treading on me

Blue On Blue, that’s who I am,
I never thought the world would turn
I never thought the cities would burn
It has been my wish to help where I can,
Kids used to call me “Mr. Policeman”.

Before none of us are no longer around,
No more of our brave souls and boots on the ground,
Before its too late…
May I suggest that you sit back, take a rest,
and stop with your protest,
Before our great country becomes the wild, wild west.
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Barking at the Moon

11/2/2021

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It’s a question unanswered as it floats unaware,
I never answered the question ‘cause I’m deaf in one ear.

I’m no stray dog barking at the moon,
It’s just me being lonely in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.

I don’t mean to be bashful, I don’t mean to be shy,
I’d love to have another drink, but I’m already too damn high,
My days have been antsy, my nights have been long,
If I weren’t a man of passion, I’d just chug along.

The question looms over me, like a shroud in the sky,
It tickles my senses as it seems to pass by,
It has nothing to give, no truth to behold,
It seeks just one truthful answer, as we both grow too old.

Are you hiding from me as the years pass us by?
They are scattered about and there’s no reason why,
It seems like ten years but just one that has passed,
I can’t remember all of them, but can remember the last.

So the hell with you, I’ve been lamenting far too long,
I’m more than who you think I am, I’m just no tag-along.
You think you can escape from me by hiding in your blue-blood cloud,
You’ll never free yourself from me, hiding in your shroud.

I`m no stray dog barking at the moon,
It’s just me being lonely, in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said that you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.

​I’m no stray dog barking at the moon
It’s just me being lonely, in my drafty bedroom,
‘Cause you said that you’d be back, and I believed what you said,
Now I sleep alone with my book, but not one page I’ve read.
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