A Whip For The Rude

There is no excuse
for being rude,
my mother
would never
allow me
to do that,
that was face
slap material,
and you
deserve it
too, if you
offer this
crap to
the world,
it is
so sad
that it
is trendy,
it must
be terrible
to have
friends
just
like
you,
God
or Karma
is going
to
wreck
you,
do you
still
wonder
why
you don't
have
a job?
I can't
imagine
your future
when
there is
no one
to wipe
your
bum
when
you
are
dying,
you
are
the
bottom
of the
food chain
now,
no soup
for you,
the day
will come
when you
fall to
your
knees,
enjoy the fruit,
one day
all the trees
will be
dead,
and this
is my whip
to the
backs
of the
rude

Chase Your Dreams

The sky is limit?

Aren't people

going to Mars? 

Persistence is

like a 

bulldozer,

push hard

enough 

and those

bricks will

crumble,

nothing

happens

without

dirty 

hands

and a

strong 

brain 

whether

you're 

a 

pigeon

or an

owl,

either

of which

can end

up on

the

ground,

don't you

know that

a creature

that 

eats

dirt

can

make

pearls?

You 

can 

create

far more

gems

both 

physical

and

metaphysical,

you have

to work

and get 

the black 

crust off 

of you,

for your

inner

diamond

to shine

and 

shimmer,

you

are 

beautiful

in some

way

shape 

or

form,

you have

a super

power 

that 

no one

has,

seek it

out,

find your

gift,

there is 

no harm 

in 

chasing

your

dreams, 

unless you

are harming 

others 

to 

get 

there

When I Die

When I breath

my last

if anyone

cares,

when they

carry

my casket

from the

church

door 

stairs

I want

everyone

to dance 

in their

underwear

and howl

because

they 

are

still 

alive

and 

have

a story

to tell, 

I want

to 

be 

known 

as a

man

who

strived

to love 

his life

and be

the man 

who 

found

much

more

ways

to use 

up lemons

than anyone

else

and 

the

tie dyed

Kool -Aid

man,

who

shook

his butt

all up and

down and

all around

Guadalupe

street,

and had

his glorious

tenure

in his

shirt

of many

colors,

as the 

last mayor

of the 

drag,

a man

with 

a zillion

holidays

inside of

his 

head,

the 

man who

loved to 

see stiff

stuffy

people

split

apart

in 

laughter

running

to the

John

before

they

soak

their 

pants 

and

most

of all

the

king

of 

fun

and a

point of 

light

that

would 

make

old

Reagan 

laugh

in 

his 

grave

The Good Old Days

I miss the days

when the air

was crisp

and clean

and every

place I visited

seemed brand

new

and the sky

was bluer

of a different

hue

when everyone

said hello

and shook

your hand

and polite

was a virtue

and not

a rarity

and kids

got spanked

for 

being 

rude

and

acting

like

animals

at the

grocery

store

and cussing

earned you 

a soapy

mouth,  

for what 

once kept

order is 

child 

abuse, 

and the

good old

fashioned

spanking,

did the

job because

you only

needed one

of those

suckers

and you

were

good

as a China

doll, 

and now

everyone

is wimpy

and soft

and raising

two legged

turds,

our cartoons

were too

violent,

and whippings

were to cruel,

and they threw

all that in

the trash

and the kids

conquered

the rulers

of the 

school 

and it

is easier

for them

to get 

ahold of

guns 

than

their

parents

and they

stole 

the

authoritarian 

role

of every

single

elder

and now

the kids

are 

the 

parents

I Once Was A Monkey

When I was young

I was a wild boy

and a devilish

monkey,

I saw 

a butcher

knife

and it became 

a toy

I tried

to stick

it in an

electrical 

outlet 

and my

dad quite

terrified

nearly

cut

my fingers

off,

prying

it from

my 

hand,

something

that the

scars will

always remind

me of,

 oh

yeah

I was a wild boy

and a monkey,

I learned how

to climb

and made it

to the flat

summit 

of the

refrigerator

when I was

two, 

knocking

everything 

off 

of 

it,

I never

knew 

what 

anger

was,

until I

heard

my dad 

yell for

the 

first 

time, 

oh yeah I

was a wild 

boy and

a

monkey

I would

eat 

everything in

the house

and then

throw 

it

up,

my 

favorite thing

to do was 

climb on 

the

roof,

oh yes

I was 

quite

a 

macaque,

I talked

the neighbor

kid into 

playing

with 

matches

and we

accidentally 

lit his

yard on

fire

oh yeah

I was 

a 

wild 

boy 

and

a

monkey,

I would sneak

out of the house

and go on long

walks 

for hours

stealing

cool shit

from 

back yards

for hours, 

and then, 

my dad

would make

me return 

everything 

that I stole,

oh yeah 

I was a 

wild boy 

and a monkey,

my parents 

got divorced

one day and 

my mother

took us

to live far

away from 

my dad, 

one day 

after watching

Violent movies

on tv 

I went

 out 

and pulled

a knife

out on 

another

kid, 

oh yeah

I was a 

wild boy

and a 

monkey,

but I did 

get a

spankin' 

a couple

of

months

later,

I hit a

boy

with 

a bat, 

I was not

even

seven 

yet,

I went 

to live

with my

dad 

and my

stepmother

and 

met the

iron fist,

and I

Was still

a wild boy

and a monkey,

but I had 

really,

really

good

handlers