Biography of Richard Jarboe
New book 'What it Takes.' Old book, 'Trash Marks the Spot.' Cds available on internet. Plays include, 'Hamelin, ' co-written with Harvey Shield, 'There Goes the Judge, ' 'Let's Not Forget, ' and 'Remnants.'
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Richard Jarboe's Works:
'TRASH MARKS THE SPOT, ' and 'WHAT IT TAKES.'
Richard Jarboe Poems
Everybody Is Getting Out Of Town
Population, getting out of town, Population, got their running shoes, Population, wondering which road to choose, Everybody's getting out of town.
That's What Makes America Cool, You Know...
With apology to Bruce Willis... we don't wrap our women up in burkas, we like bikinis on the beach,
Dr.Seuss Explains Einstein's Theory Of G...
I'M In Heaven, But I Got A Bad Knee
I'm in Heaven, but I got a bad knee Heaven, but I got a bad knee I'm in Heaven with my family Heaven, but I got a bad knee.
There's a thin line between the poet and the bum, Usually both are broke, In boxing circles, there's the bum of the month, And like the poet, considered a joke.
Just An Old Hippie In A Vw Bus
I got patches on my jeans Roach clip on the dash LSD, mushrooms, reefer and hash I've been to California, been to Mexico too
When You Ride With Betty Ann, Close Your...
When you ride with Betty Ann close your eyes, Riding with Betty Ann better keep them closed, Betty Ann doesn't drive; Betty Ann flies, Crash dummy rolling down the road.
Gold Miner's Fantasy
I know this may come as a total surprise But the gold in the field shines like your eyes If only I could bring together the two I'd waltz across the gold field with you.
To dream the impossible dream, Keep your distance, if you know what I mean, To have multiple Queens wearing multiple crowns, Your multiple wives in multiple towns.
The Grand Finale
Who can forget the Grand Finale? Who can forget such sentimentality One lover says 'I'm sorry' And the music kicks off the Grand Finale.
Still, you're born alone, Still, you die alone, Still, you try to fit in.
Emanations locked inside breath Emanations- part of the air Locked inside ether Part of everywhere.
Top Of The Heap
You got to do a lot, if you want to be on top of the heap You got to learn to stop, if you know you're a flop on your feet Knowing you're going nowhere, knowing you're blowing hot air On top of the heap.
When selling cigarettes sell doubt how it will hurt When selling sugar sell doubt about the effects of dessert When selling anything sell doubt it's bad for your health When selling hedge funds sell doubt it's bad for your wealth.
You have a right to remain stupid,
Anything you say will diffuse in a court of flaw.
If you cannot afford a liar,
One will be disappointed.
Do you understand these re-writes,
As they have been read to you?