The Answer Belongs To Donald J.

My contribution to The Summer Of Love, Revisited

How many eggs must you break

Before you can get an omelet?

How many soldiers must die for you

Before you call off all bets?

How many kids must you kill in a day

Before you break a sweat?

The answer, my friend, belongs to Donald J.

The answer belongs to Donald J.    

They Call Me Tommy

-- The Midnight Poet, Revisited --

Can’t see no flashing lights

Can’t hear no ringing bells

Ain’t got no distractions

Writes by sense of smell

Ain’t seen nothing like him

He writes for you and me

That deaf, dumb and blind man

Sure writes some mean poetry

They call him Tommy, got a word for you

I’m the Midnight Poet, got a word or two

Seeing me, you can hear the glory

Hearing me, you can see the heat

Following me thro the light

You get excitement at my feet

       

Eat your heart out, Pete Townshend!

Daddy, Are You Ready For This?

I realize that this is more than a month early, but, frankly, I just don’t know where I’ll be then -- I figure that I’ll go ahead while the getting is good. 

Daddy, are you ready for this?
(go Meredith, go Meredith, go Meredith, go)

Cruisin’ to my 14th birthday
With my ponytail bouncin’ freely
Hot enough to melt a snowcone
Daddy, daddy, I’m eye candy!

Oo oo, are you ready for this?
Oo oo, puttin’ on quite a show
(go Meredith, go Meredith)
Oo (go Meredith, go)

How did it happen?
No one warned me
I turned my back
And now, eye candy!

Daddy, are you ready for this?
(go Meredith, go Meredith, go Meredith, go)