Can We Get A Lil’ Sympathy Here?

What has the Devil been up to lately?

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and fate


I wrote the GOP plank

Tax cuts for the wealthy, help for no one else

I killed religion in America

‘Love thy neighbor’ is now every man for himself


Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game, ooh yeah


America, America, a dead society

We are all adrift in this great big sea

Ain’t ya proud? I know I am

‘All men are created equal’ has been dissed


Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails just call me Lucifer

I'm in need of some restraint


So if you meet me, have some courtesy

Have some sympathy and some taste

Use all your well learned politics

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mmm yeah

P.S.: Jagger/Richards/… and me

The Blind Man Begs...

I feel the sunshine on my face

But why can’t I see?

The world is a lovely place

Well, it used to be


I want to see the blue sky so sweet

Or the green grass under my feet

The bright water with white caps

Is that too much to ask?


One more time…


The blind man begs…


Just one more time…

It’s A Low Down Dirty Shame

The Bastard sings the blues… :p

It’s a low down dirty shame

What that woman has done to me

She got to pay

And pay dearly


Hang your head woman

Hang your head and cry

Tonight’s the night

You gonna die


It’s a low down dirty shame

What that woman has done

She cannot hide

Can’t hide from my gun


Hang your head woman

Hang your head and cry

Tonight’s the night

You gonna die


It’s a low down dirty shame

What that woman makes me do

Thank you, woman

Many ‘Thanks’ to you

Ode To The Titanic

Ripped from the headlines of 1912, every poet should write about this subject.

Twenty-two hundred souls

Sailed on that fateful trip

Not even God himself

Could sink that unsinkable ship


The Captain lay dreaming

The Titanic was sinking

Beggin’ down upon her bended knee

To be swallowed by the endless sea


Ladies and gentlemen dressed in their Sunday best

The gentlemen gambled the night away

Diamonds sparkled in their gilded nests

Never to see the light of day


Women and children first, as the band played on

The morality play unfolded over a hundred years ago

Moans and wails and cries, silence by the dawn

There are still echoes as tho it was a brand new show


The Captain lay dreaming

The Titanic was sinking

Beggin’ down upon her bended knee

To be swallowed by the endless sea


Twenty-two hundred souls

Stared death in the face

Over fifteen hundred

Met their final resting place

Ain't No Footprints In The Sand

I have a friend who plays the guitar. Perhaps he can make a folk song out of this. What do you say, Ray?

When I look back over the trail we made

The years pass in a blur, memories fade

Years of walking hand-in-hand

But ain’t no footprints in the sand


Ain’t no footprints that I can see

O why, Lord, have You forsaken me?

You’re either dead or just don’t give a damn

Ain’t no footprints in the sand


I know how the tale is supposed to be

I grow weary, and You’ll carry me

I’m tired, now, and could use a hand

But ain’t no footprints in the sand


Ain’t no footprints in the sand

I’ve stumbled, and I’d really like to know

Oh, mercy, ain’t no footprints in the sand

Where did You go, Lord? Where did You go?

Ain’t no footprints in the sand

The Auto Parts Man

My worthless [;)] nephew has finally landed his first [1^st] job, a real job with benefits -- health insurance, a retirement plan and a uniform.

Hey, baby, come and see me at the auto parts store

I’ll make your wheels squeal and your motor roar


I can straighten your chassis in record time

I can align your tires in a straight line


I can do it all -- and even more

Hey, baby, come and see me at the auto parts store