Stanley Cooper Poems

It’s not for real, much like a Hollywood set
As close to The World of Oz as we real folk get
Down the yellow brick road they go, arm in arm
To right all wrongs in Washington’s funny farm
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I’d like to visit Father Time so he could hear my gripe-in’
‘bout his reluctance to keep old folk from ever over-ripenin’
I’d let him know I think it’s downright criminal
To keep our time on earth so very short and minimal
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Twentieth of January,2009
A day all Americans can toast with bubbly wine
A day to pride-fully cheer our citizens’ diversity
Ending Americas’ shameful racial adversity
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My theory I now relate
Evolved when I was seven, or eight
Simply put, the rate of speed my head would spin
Was in direct proportion to the amount of kin
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Senior Moments, moments of lapsing
Sometime buffer things sad or too taxing
The thought on the tip of the tongue
Is momentarily lost and far flung
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I’ve never been to nowhere
Not even from that bridge
It seems I’m always somewhere
Like Las Vegas or Northridge
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My head’s mostly filled with naught
A very empty-head-ed guy am I
Can’t remember what I ought
Most valued thoughts have said goodbye
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The morning after the night before
Commonly known as whenever
Dates back to the days of yore
When sober-ness was not our endeavor
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The English have driven us
Nuts, with the language they’ve given us
It should be more than ample
To display this one example
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Egg and humans have similar traits
How we’re cooked determines our fates
We can be hard boiled, tough as they come
Or softies, welcomed by most everyone
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