Heart of Plastic

I have a heart of plastic — my brain is full of sand

My soul is made of wiffle balls — your wish not my command

I feel you in the shadows — your horns are shining bright

(There’s nothing here inside my frame, to warm your flesh tonight.)

So heed my lust free warning — hold close the pain we love

Look not to me for holy wine — but to the black above

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agw

Loving (Too Much)

A is for Artie, soaked clean through with gas

B is for Bobby, who didn’t get a laugh

C is for Carter, who still drives a bus

D is for Dexter, who squished me too much

E is for Eddie, his house was a sty

F is for Frankie, who couldn’t tell a lie

G is for Gerald, who bit off his toe

H is for Herald, whose bottom did show

I is for Iggy, a thief who went broke

J is for Johnny, who drank only Coke

K is for Kevin, who couldn’t stop the petting

L is for Lellan, who did the blood-letting

M is for Michael, sure he wrote the bible

N is for Nigel, arrested for libel

O is for Otto, he can’t taste a thing

P is for Pablo, who thought he was king

Q is for Quiggley, still stuck to a tree

R is for Ridley, who looks just like me

S is for Sammy, he’s now the new Pope

T is for Tommy, with necklace of rope

U is for Urkel, who’s big as a barn

V is for Virgil, who just bought the farm

W is for Westies, he felt like a sock

X is for Xeries, who’s dumb as a rock

Y is for Yoyo, who keeps coming back

Z is for Zorro, whose engine is cracked

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agw

Dotty’s Disaster Doldrums

I live in a city on fire, and Daddy’s the city’s town crier

I live in a place on a lake — in a flood, all of mud, it did take

My home and the farm near the woods — is all gone but we did what we coulds

Tornadoes have stolen my chair  — there’s books and there’s cooks in the air

This avalanche could be quite grim  — but snow feels so soft on my skin

I lived in a city on fire — they no longer need a town-crier

I lived in a tent filled with ice — my Mai Tai did taste rather nice

I lived in a house on a lake — a flood is not such a mistake

My home isn’t there anymore — see my dog as it surfs on my door?

This weather is cagey at best — and you can imagine the rest…

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agw