Thank you, my friends,
For the howls & the scowls.
From my bearded white jowls
To a stomach that growls.
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Music found me bullied, disenchanted,
Disenfranchised in my neighborhood.
Music came across me, and I ranted
Drowning out the din loud as I could.
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Requiescamus in Pace, but RIP Me Not
RIP me not from duty binding,
When I still have work to do
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Let there be life in the evening sky;
Let there be peace - at least let us try.
Let there be hope in a world of distress;
Let there be sunshine and warm happiness!
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¡Que haya vida en un cielo de noche;
¡Que haya paz - quizás sin reproche!
¡Que haya esperanza en mundo tan frío;
¡Que haya sol, bienestar sin lío!
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Halleluiah - you ARE da Cutie!
Mercy me … a cosmic beauty
Out of the fishbowl
And into my wish toll!
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Empty Skies
Thank you, my friends,
For the howls & the scowls.
From my bearded white jowls
To a stomach that growls.
Thanks for the ain'ts, cain'ts
And endless complaints
‘Bout stuff that I write
With impish delight
As I nuke the ubiquitous,
Puke out iniquitous
Ranting and raving.
I guess I'm just craving
The launch, the disclosure
And brutal exposure
Of leaders' lewd lies
And Christian disguise.
From rebirth to demise
I curse empty skies!