Saturday, January 20, 2007

Wobbley Cheeks and Mr. Nobody

Look! Up in the sky!
Is it a bird? No!
Is it a plane? No!
Actually it is a plane! Oh
Wobbley Cheeks is on it! Whoa!
And Mr. Nobody! So?

He's a time bender
He'll never surrender
Cheats cowboys out
of legal tender
Never in doubt
About his mission
And in addition
He's a space bender
Not a magician
A public defender
Who's on a quest
Which you may have guessed
Is to save the world
So he's doing his best
To find this girl
Who may be the key
And Mr. Nobody
Came along too
He has no ability
He's just like you!

Come on, Wobbley Cheeks
Wobble those cheeks!
Subtitled from Japanese
is how he speaks
Working makes him ill at ease
He doesn't do nine to five
His Sidekick has to drive
When and where he poofs
Isn't under his control
The biggest of his goofs
Took him back six months ago
He'll never forget
The pretty girl he met
At a little delicatessen
Though it made him upset
He learned a tragic lesson
He can't change the past
To protect Charlie's ass.
Can he change the future
to prevent the blast?

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Sweet Freak

This has moved to my new blog.

The vermin have determined
Their sermon, their vital regulations
"Evil!" they all will call
and squall such noxious castigations.

Shut you out as they lounge about
In the doubt of their covert questions.
Knowing I would rather die
Than abide by their dubious suggestions

I ignore their pointless war
Fought only for recognition
And choose to loot their forbidden fruit
In pursuit of my mind's volition

Isn't it sweet to be a freak?
To seek your life's greatest passions?
Nobody cares if you do dare
Declare your very own heart's fashions.

They aim to convert but only hurt
Throwing dirt in your direction
Fully expecting to be correcting
You by injecting their own perfection

They spread pain disguised as gain
To obtain your dedication
Hoping you'll subscribe to their sacred tribe
Taking their bribe of spiritual salvation

I can refuse their deluded ruse
and choose my own destination
They will deceive and blindly believe
While I achieve self-realization

Isn't it sweet to be a freak?
To seek your life's greatest passions?
Nobody cares if you do dare
Declare your very own heart's fashions.

Their hate won't cease in the least
Like a beast bringing devastation.
They attack in a ferocious pack
Without a lack of condemnation

I'll take their stones and break their bones
Killing moans with strangulation
You can bet I'll make them regret
But never forget the causation

They messed with me, unfortunately
Because they see an abomination
They liked to sneer, called me queer
Time to hear my refutation

Isn't it sweet to be a freak?
To reap vengeance as your bloody reparations.
God unaware of their prayers
Nor their body parts' locations.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Kat Skinner

You shone in my life
Right through the clouds of despair
A lovely creature
In my eyes, walking on air
Sternly clutch the knife
And slide it into my heart
My lovely teacher,
And imaginary part,

Giving me the will
To continue until
A mythological creature
Moved in for the kill

And you destroyed me
Disappointment and regret
Cloud your odious soul
Now only a silhouette
Stands in mocking view
Holding that very same knife
Meant to sustain hope
Removing it removes life

Ending the story
Without bringing glory
To my logical teacher
Without caring for me.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

I Was High, Dawg

I was chillin' in my crib
Brushing and strokin'
And the urge called to me
So I started pokin'
The needle in my arm
Gave me a joyous retreat
To the clouds in the sky
Damn, man, it was neat.
I soared through the air
Like a common fruit fly
Witnessed it all unfold
Oh, yeah. I was high.

Yeah....I was high.
I was high, dawg.

I woke up and saw
The crap I had painted
It must have all happened
When I had fainted
Watching the news
I was aquainted
With a news man who knew
The paintings were tainted

He spoke of disaster
The disaster was in my art
And my most recent piece
Matched the weather man's chart
I reached for my drugs
There was a pain in my heart
My paintings told the future
And it was falling apart.

Yeah...I was high.
I was high, dawg.


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