Friday, March 4, 2011

Normal…

        is a flavourless
                nondescript existence,
        unfit for human consumption…

It is something or somewhere in between:

        life inhaled and lived large!
                    -&-
        good ol' dog pooh-pooh!

Perhaps t'would be better said:

        To be Normal;
                is to be that lifeless.. soulless…
                ad nauseam… state of…
        "Dead Decaying Animal Flesh"

Normal, wants everything
to act and look like as if
it's a mirror image of itself
So… Normal built a society in
a small narrow plain brown box
so to keep life in a neat & tidy
ordered state of ordered order

Normal employs the spiteful
Rubber Stomp-On'em Police
to make sure all the little pegs
born outside of their ordered
small narrow plain brown box
get netted, subdued & nailed
into their One-Size-Fits'em-All
small narrow plain brown box
so they become the mirrored
image of the lockstep & bagels

And… this is done,
        whether you like it…
                or not…

But…
        There may yet be
        hope for the Normal's,
                to become life like…

They may have something,
        not yet manifested like:
            mad cow disease

                    -or-

            a mad cow could go
        a-thump & a-bump
    mashing their little human caput
             traumatizing their known reality…
            into surreality

So…
hope beyond hope
        all ye Normal's,
                ya just never know…
        DoDo… Do Happen…

Normal is…
         as Normal does…
                  and Normal —
         do-da-ho–hum-pokey

tic-toc tic-toc cuckoo… cuckoo…


did you hear about… last night…
he tried to burn down his house …
with his wife and kids in it…
he must have a screw loose… ya…

they say he hears voices…
he claims they tell him what to do…
maybe a leprechaun lives in his head…
he's not like you… or me…

look at that guy… he keeps doing…
the same thing over and over again…
he doesn't stop, there he goes again…
he's not normal, like you… or me…

I've seen his type before…
he's six cans short of a six-pack…
his deck of cards only has jokers in it…
glad you're not like him… me too!

did you hear… another lunatic…
committed suicide at the mall yesterday…
again… they jumped from the…
why would anybody… who knows…

yesterday, as I was driving to…
some maniac cut me off over at…
and then he gave me the finger…
he acted as if it was my fault…

what's this world coming to…
kids killing kids… go figure…
why do you think that is…
bad parents I guess…

people just don't take responsibility…
ya… there's no reason for…
what they did… probably a good spanking…
like my father used to do… is what they need…

they say some chemicals in the food…
can make a person to be psychotic…
that's crazy… food never hurt me…
me neither… just another excuse…

excuses, excuses… in my day…
if you did something like that…
they'd lock you up and throw away…
just pampered little… these days…

hey… are you all right…
no, everything is closing in on me…
buck-up man… get a grip on yourself…
damn… who'da of figured you for a…

Hi! John… give me a beer…
where's your buddy today…
he's feeling sorry for himself…
go figure… guess he's not like us… ya…

tic-toc tic-toc cuckoo… cuckoo…
tic-toc… it's eleventy o'clock…
do you know where your
mental health is today!

Peace Tree


A
call to
americans
honour bound
united as one voice
one for all and all for one
it is time to gather our seeds
to sow something other than death
anew it shall be America The Beautiful
An American
Peace Tree

Beautiful Little Butterfly


Look Dad! 
I really am a Beautiful Little Butterfly!!

As I was pulled from my mothers womb
a cold world was awaiting to receive me...

Long before I had left my mothers womb
they said; Maybe I shouldn't come into this
world... 'cause I wasn't going to be right...
and the world can be a very cruel place...
and how I would be a real burden on the
family, to have to deal with every day!

My mother... soft... warm... loving... scared
held me tight in her arms... safe and secure
She wasn't going to take any chances...
as they tried to pry me from her arms

My father is holding me now...and he's
counting my toe's... one little... two little...
three little piggies, all going to the Mall...

Now he tells me how there are a lot of
big bad wolfy's out there that, will want
to gobble me down... and I will need to
learn how to watch my pic-a-nic basket
he's now telling me how hard he'll try to
protect me from those bad wolfy's who
will try to filch... my pic-a-nic basket...

I believe him... He then tweaks my nose
and laugh's... that's for luck kid, he says

How strong is his face... even when wet
with his tears... He's telling everyone...
that I'm his Beautiful Little Butterfly...
    with wings so soft and pretty...
    and colours of blue and gold...

My father puts me back in my mothers arms...
and he tells her that I am a Blessing from God...
'cause only God… can make perfect things...
like me! His... Beautiful Little Butterfly!

(Revised 3-4-11)