A Different Path

Your life has just begun.

You’ve chosen a different path, a path that will be hard

(a path that will be more difficult than what was hoped for you).

But that’s OK.

It is up to you, it‘s all in your hands now.


Perhaps a child will give you direction and purpose, a new maturity.


There will be milestones along the way.


You will teach your child to walk and talk

(and spend years saying “sit down” and “shut up”).

There will be Halloweens, pictures with Santa and off to Kindergarten.

You will teach your child to ride a bicycle.

You will teach your child to drive a car.


You will pass down the hard lessons you’ve learned in life:

Avoid alcohol, cigarettes and other mood-altering stuff

(reality is hard enough to deal with on a real basis).

Stay focused in school.


Watch your child graduate high school with honors

(and move on to college, say, N.C. State, to get a real education).

Watch your child get a job and then get married and then have children.


At age 50, you can starting spoiling your grandchildren

(and know that you did good).

P.S.: It’s called “free verse,” you nimrod.

The Queen Of Porn

I got in last night at half-past ten

My e-box said I had something in

So I checked to see what it was

I smiled, it was from a good friend


So, I opened to see what it was about

My jaw did drop, my tongue rolled out

Pictures of naked women, yes, naughty naked women

One after another, letting it all hang out


What it was, was Porn

Naughty naked Porn

How could she send that to me?

When I think of her now, she’ll always be…


THE QUEEN OF PORN


She’ll always be…


THE QUEEN OF PORN

When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder

Who knew I could write hymns!?!

When the roll is called up yonder

And we take, we take that final stand

The Lord will have but one question:

How did you treat your fellow man?


How did you treat your fellow man?

How did you treat your fellow man?

How did you treat?

How did you treat your fellow man?


The Lord said:

I’ve appeared many times to you

As someone who needed a hand

What do you say, say now?

How did you treat your fellow man?


When the roll is called up yonder

And I shake, shake on that final stand

I will ponder the Lord’s question:

How did I treat my fellow man?


How did I treat my fellow man?

How did I treat my fellow man?

How did I treat?

How did I treat my fellow man?

Bikinis

Short… bawdy humor -- this could be my “signature” poem. :p

I think that I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a bikini


A bikini, you know, covers a girl’s naughty bits

Including -- well, um, my lips are zipped


A bikini covers naughty bits from head to toe

And that’s all you really need to know


Poems are made by fools like me

But only the Devil can make a bikini!

It’s Quarter-To-Four

I went down to the crossroads, again, and I picked up another tune:

It’s quarter-to-four, and I’m staring at the freakin’ ceiling

It’s quarter-to-four, and I’m staring at the freakin’ ceiling

I really should be sleeping


All night long


It’s five a.m., and I’m getting ready for the dawn

It’s five a.m., and I’m getting ready for the dawn

C’mon, c’mon

C’mon, c’mon


All night long


It’s six-fifteen, and the Devil is putting on quite a show

It’s six-fifteen, and the Devil is putting on quite a show

The Devil said, it’s time to go

The Devil said, it’s time to go

The Devil said, it’s time to go


Dontcha know?


The Devil said, it’s time to go

The Devil said, it’s time to go

The Devil said, it’s time to go


Dontcha know?

This Is My Time

For my niece who‘ll be attending N.C. State in the Fall of ‘14 majoring in Forestry. Perhaps she can join that National Championship bass fishing team! ;O Seriously, my niece actually does like fishing -- she just stopped by yesterday with a picture of her latest catch. She usually goes a couple of times a week.

This is my time, this is my time to shine

Aw, you know, can’t everybody see?

This is my time, this is my time to shine

It’s up to me to be me!


It’s time to spread my wings

I’m gonna save the world

‘Cause I am a super girl

It’s time to do my thing


Yes, I’ll be a Wolfie, you know, we are the best

With a hand behind our back, we’ll take on all the rest


GO TO HELL, CAROLINA


This is my time, this is my time to shine

Hope I find it in Raleigh

This is my time, this is my time to shine

It’s up to me to be me!

P.S.: Usually, I hate hatred, but some things in life just deserve to be hated -- the KKK, dog fighting, child prostitution, CAROLINA.