Back when I was young,
and not too bright
My mother brought her
friend Charlie home one night
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We shared yesterday,
and we have today,
with nothing to follow
Because you forgot the past,
...
Do you know the true
pain of failure, or the
humiliation of coming
up short after you put
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If things were as black and white as they convey
Subprime borrowers would still have a place to stay
and President Obama would have a lot less gray
...
My mother did not pray for us children
Or answer questions after explaining
Fools die long before learning value for life
Comes only after wisdom has been earned
...
My heart strings slowly stopped
vibrating allowing our love to fade
As she removed her mask
ending the painful masquerade
...
Every man needs a day once in a while
to mourn his dead hopes, those days
to check the status of unanswered prayers,
to realign his expectations, to take a good
...
I am forced to admit daily
that it is a damn shame
How I fantasize about her
constantly on the morning train
...
She gave me a reason to mean I love you,
a reason to be there for her, by her side,
on her mind, in her heart constantly, with
my thoughts, with my time, my actions,
...
HER, with tears flowing,
slurring words like a James Brown jam
She cut into me like a Christmas ham
...
I AM THE MAN,
WOMAN DID YOU HEAR ME,
I SAID THAT
I AM THE MAN
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Our destiny does not excite a dogmatic response
Instead it cleanses the palate with profound nuance
With flavored metaphors, seasoned with historic fact
Creating cuisine for the mind that keeps us looking back
...
Charlie
Back when I was young,
and not too bright
My mother brought her
friend Charlie home one night
First she introduced him to my
brother then to me
I’m not sure I had
to be about three
I could have been four,
my brother and I were at war
Daily battles all over the table,
all over the floor
Finally she got Charlie just when
she couldn’t take it no more
Once Charlie came through the
door the world changed
The two of us became so well
behaved people thought it was strange
After about a good week
the kid we couldn’t play with began to speak
Once we learned to say Sir, Madam,
and thanks their parents spoke too
All they could ask was what has
gotten in to the both of you
We had become our
brothers’ keeper so much so
That we told our faithful followers
what they shouldn’t do anymore
When they questioned us
why we’d say Charlie said so
By the end of the summer all
of the neighbors had heard
A hundred stories which recall
what Charlie said word for word
Grownup’s began to wonder about
this man no one had met
But to ask a single woman about a
gentleman caller was politically incorrect
This was especially true
when it came to my mama,
If you put your nose into her
business it was going to be drama
No reliable gossip put
her name in their mouth,
They didn’t want my
mama coming to their house
The suspense continued
without end until the day
My mothers’ new boy friend took
us to Wrigley Field to see the Cubs play
As he dropped off our friends he
had to tell people his name was Roosevelt
And explained that Charlie was just a
nick name for an old leather belt