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.
 

My Baby Done Gone To Raleigh

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

When bus fumes hit my face, I knew this was the place

When bus fumes hit my face, I knew this was the place

Where we’d say goodbye


All my love been wasted


When the bus left po’ me, the sign did flash “Raleigh”

When the bus left po’ me, the sign did flash “Raleigh”

And we said goodbye


All my love been wasted


She said, hope you understand

She said, hope you understand

But you just ain’t the man


My baby done gone to Raleigh

My baby done gone to Raleigh

Hope she finds what she needs to be


My baby done gone to Raleigh

All my love been wasted

Ya Can’t Get To Heaven If Ya Hate Anyone

Inspired by the Rolling Stones’ “Ya Can’t Always Get What Ya Want” -- is that really necessary? This is more of a quasi-political chant than poetry. No rhyme this time. :p

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

But if you wanna get to heaven, yeah, ya gotta love your fellow man


This truth is self-evident:

Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him

Every man is my superior

Every man is my superior

Every man is my superior -- even Dick Cheney


Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

But if you wanna get to heaven, yeah, ya gotta love your fellow man

Black Magic Cousin

:p

She’s my black magic cousin

She can make the sun set sideways

She gets younger and younger

Year after year, all the days


Oo, yeah, can’t anybody see?

She trying to make a devil out of me


She’s my black magic cousin

She floats thro the air

She’s nature’s child

With long blonde hair


Oo, yeah, she may be a gypsy queen

If you know, yes, what I mean


She’s my black magic cousin

Arriving in a steamy fog

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

With her bionic dog


Voodoo makes a slight return for a lil’ bit

With her meaty chickens and a firepit


She’s… my… black magic… cousin