The Chickens and the Bees

You've no doubt heard the story about "The Birds and the Bees."
But have I told you about "The Chickens and the Bees?" Well, then you need to read this.

You see, the chicken was standing on her perch, and she was very proud, indeed!  Every time someone walked by, she would say, "I am a chicken, I can fly like a bird! See my feathers?" Then, she would throw her chest out and stand quite erect.

The funny thing about the chicken was that nobody had ever actually seen her fly. Yet, if you asked her if she could fly, she would say, "...why yes, of course! Take a look at my wings! Would God have not given me wings and feathers if I could not fly? Oh, look at my body! So Aerodynamic! Of course I can fly, silly one!"

Well, one day along came a tiny little bumble bee. She walked right up to the chicken, and said "I can fly too!" The chicken laughed!  "Hahahah! You couldn't possibly fly! Your body is all round, and you are too small. Besides, you call those wings? Those tiny little things, so small? How could they even move that big bulbous body of yours? You don't have wings and feathers like me!"

The bumble bee would listen to none of this, however. "Oh yeah," she said, "I don't care about all that, I know I can fly, and if you don't believe me, I challenge you to a race right now, down the street." At first the chicken played cool, and pretended to be all sure of herself. "Sure, fine, I will win too."  But a few minutes later, the chicken said "Um, but can we do this another day?"

"No," said the bee, "right now!"  The chicken had its bluff called, and realized this. "Ok, fine!" So, on the count of "3" they both jumped off the perch. Well, the bee buzzed up, flapped it's wings as hard as it could, and sure enough rose right up and buzzed away. The chicken, however, she wasn't so lucky! She dropped right to the ground, like a weight. It turns out that even though the chicken was designed to fly, it had neither the knowledge nor the ability!  That's why bees can fly, and chickens can not. The bee doesn't care that it's not supposed to fly, it does it anyway.

The moral of the story?  Sometimes, appearances are nothing. Even when it seems completely impossible for something to happen, it pays to shut out reality and do it anyway. Believing is more important than anything anyone says.

I want a Crying Baby

I want a crying baby.
Yes, that's right, a crying baby.

I want to deal with a kid having a temper tantrum in the store, who I have to tell a hundred times to "be quiet." A child who I have to pull aside, and tell him or her "you need to pipe down, you are in a store, now be quiet or we'll have a time-out."

I want to be woken up at 2am, and to change a baby's dirty diaper. I want to be responsible for making sure my child is clean, safe, and able to sleep. I want to change their diaper, put them back in their crib, under their mobile, and be woken up again a few hours later to do the same thing.

I want to spend money on a baby car seat, and then a new one every year, and to make sure they are seated right. I want to return the seat and get another if there is a recall, or it is defective. And, I want to spend all day long figuring out the directions, on how to put the seat in my car, so that I can take my child to day-care, or to preschool.

I want to go to the Principal's office, to help my child figure out why they are needing help in school. I want to be there for them if they need something, or if the Principal wants to praise them for their acheivment, and for being ahead, or if they need to go into advanced classes.

I want to be there for my child's Bar or Bat-mitzvah. I want to spend lots of money I don't have, to make sure that they have a wonderful celebration, that will have all their friends there, and bring the family members together (even the ones I don't like). I want there to be Israeli dancing and a band.

I want to hurt my hands building a tree-house, and a swing set, and a dog house. I want to be the carpool daddy, when it's my turn, or to help bake cookies for the bake-sale, or to come to show-and-tell, when it's "bring my daddy to work" day. I want the hassle of taking care of my child, and their friends, even when I don't have time, and I have a hundred other things to do.

I want to talk to my child about dating. I want to have long difficult conversations about how things are not always easy, and how the right person will come along. I want to watch the people they bring home, and worry that they are with the right people, and that they are not with the wrong crowd. I want to stay up late, waiting for my child to come home, and I want to yell at them if they break curfew. I want my child to hate me, and then to make up with me, later on, when they cool down and realize that I love them and just want the best for them.

I want to spend a lot of money on college tuition. My child will go to college, and be well educated. It will not always be easy, they may change majors several times, change what they want to be, or what they want to do, but whatever they do, wherever they go, they will be successful at it, and I want to talk to them when they need a voice on the phone, calling home. And, I want to be there when they graduate, with honors.

I want to get angry late-night phone calls about work. When that day happens, I will tell them to keep trying, and not to give up. I will tell them that this is only temporary, and that the right job will come along, they just have to keep looking. I want to be there for that phone call when they tell me they just got fired, so that I can help them make it through the rough patch. And, I want to be there when they tell me their dream job came through, finally.

I want to give my child away on their wedding day. I want them to meet a beautiful woman, or handsome man, who will treat them well and do their part, whatever that part is. I want them to be happy, for better or for worse. And I want to get that early morning call, when things don't always go well, so that I can tell them it will be okay, and to stick with it. Married life is not a walk in the park, it is not always easy, but if you see it through and compromise, things will work out. And I want to be there when they tell me they just celebrated their 1st anniversary, and their 10th, and their 25th. Or, I want to be their for them if things don't work out, and to help them through the next stage of their life.

I want to be there, the day I get the phone call, when they tell me that I'm now a grandfather. I can't wait for the day that my child tells me that they just had a new baby. A crying baby.

I want a crying baby.

Have we met?

Wait?
Don't I know you from somewhere?
No, we've met, I know it!

It was that time we met
on the bus.

Okay, we didn't exactly meet
But I saw you
And, I think you saw me.

It's like two distant radio signals
fighting for the same frequency
from far away
but playing the same tune.
Do they know that they exist?

Or like a VW Beetle
and a Chevy Chevette
World's apart
but driving past each other.
Same size, same shape
but going in their separate ways.

Just a glance
Just a pass
not acknowledging each other.

Yes, I've ssen you before
And, yes, you've seen me.

But no.
I suppose, we've never met.
Hi, I'm Garrett. Can I buy you a coffee? 

TV, Sport!

They're showing sports
up on tv.
Football, soccor,
MLB!

But there's this new one
that I saw
When first I saw it,
I said "wait? nah?"

But there it was
up on the tube
A man appeared
in sales mood

Yes, this must be
some new sports thing.
You try to sell
someone something

The ojbect of the game
it seems
To talk until
you're out of steam

Several shared this new contest
They all talked
and could attest

This new thing
they tried to sell
they acted like
it works quite well

I'm not too sure though,
how they win,
Or when this new
TV sport ends

So I asked the waitress here
What's that new sport
Showing up there?

That's not a sport
You silly mule
Your wantching an
Info-mercial

And then she went
and changed the channel...

Rulers

I'm tired of all of
these stupid dumb rules.
I'm tired of being told
what I can't do.

There's so many rules
that have been made
I feel as though living
is totally forbade.

"You can't do this,"
"I can't do that."
It's enough for me
to go buy a bat!

I'm going to use it
to break all of that.
I'm going to break all these rules
with that bat!

Don't get me wrong
Some laws are good.
Some rules are needed
and that's understood.

But other rules
They get in the way.
They seem to do nothing
but ruin my day!

"You can't smoke this."
And "you can't eat that."
"Don't feed the animals,"
"You must wear a hat!"

Well, I've had enough
Here comes my bat.
I'm breaking some rules
Now, how about that?

Sirens

The loud sirens came
from outside the store
In rushed some medics
There were three
maybe four!

"We got the call"
Said the first one there...
"We came in a hurry
and so we are here!"

We all looked around
and wondered why.
"Did someone call you?
Everything's fine."

He said: "No it isn't
Something is wrong!
We have an emergency
This won't take long!"

So we stood there dumbfounded
There was a long pause
Until, finally,
someone cracked
like a vase

"Well then, what is it?
What can we do?
We just serve coffee
What is it to you?"

"That's why we're here"
The medic did say
"We must have coffee
Can I get a latte?"

What's the word?

What is the funniest
word that you've heard?
Is it "silly"
or
"smelly"
or
"hairy"
or
"turd?"

Those aren't the words
that do give me pain.
The word I am pondering
is
"Orangutang."

Why is it that
it's making me laugh?
Probably because
it represents gaff.

I mean, check it out,
it has many uses.
Usually referring to things that are gooses.

Such as an idea,
that wasn't too good.
They become
the Gorilla
that's lives in your hood.

But wait,
now I'm saying
"Gorilla" instead?
Oh this is starting to mess with my head!

"Gorilla," a funny word
in of itself!
It's not a Monkey you put
on your shelf

But wait?
I said "Monkey?"
Oh no, not again?
How many Chimpanzees
can one poem stand?

I'll just have to face it
I'm so very crass,
and realize
I sound like
a big "Baboon's" ass...

Your smile...

I want you to know that
it's all okay.
I won't leave you now,
No how, no way.

It's great when you laugh
and I love your smile.
That's why,
I'm not going too far
for awhile. 

I know it's been tough
and things seem so wrong.
But all of our problems?
They won't last for long.

We both must have faith
that things will work out.
And that we'll have fun things
to talk about.

So please don't worry
I'll keep up the pace,
and work to keep putting
a smile on your face.

Mondays vs. Fridays

Everybody hates Mondays.
Well, I don't.
Everybody loves Fridays.
Well, I don't.

Monday is the day I was born.
Friday is the day everyone is gone.

On Mondays, the news is fresh.
Everybody has stories about
what they did on the weekend.

On Fridays, the news is stale.
Everybody wants me to tell them
what my plans are for the weekend.
Usually,
I have none.

I hate Fridays.
Thank God for Monday.

Stay tuned

I've got a new plan
that will truly delight
It will make many smile
but bring joy and spite!

So sit down, relax
and take a good seat
You don't want to miss this,
It'll be really neat! 

I'm okay, really!

I'm not upset or Jealous of
that boy you chose.
I'm not jealous of him
Really, I'm not upset.

Even though, he as no job
I'm not the slightest bit upset.
It's okay, Really, I'm fine

I don't think you're with the wrong man
Not at all.
That strange laugh he has?
It doesn't bother me.

The disheveled clothes he wears?
Not a problem, not at all!
Really!
Who needs to wear socks?
Apparently, not him.

If you're alright with him?
Well, so am I.
It doesn't even bother me
what he did the other day
When he bragged about how smart he is.

Or when he bragged about
His family's worth?
No, that didn't bother me,
not one bit.

Oh, the other day?
It was not a problem at all
When he said how special
his parents were.
About how they did everything for him?

Or about how his wealthy dad
Gave him whatever he needed?
I mean, that's great!
He's the right man for you.

Its wonderful that he cooks for you
Once in a while
like every couple of months.
What a guy?
You must love him.
He's perfect!

I'm not jealous of him.
It's wonderful that he mowed your lawn
when your parents were in town.
I bet they must think he's terrific.
Really, It's great.

I'm not upset at all.
Congratulations 
on your engagement.
Really.
I'm fine.
Just fine.

Poetic Emptiness

I need a poem here
The words I need?
They're just not there.

I'm thinking of something to write.
My ideas and thoughts
and nerves?
Too tight!

If only I had some inspiration?
A story or anecdote?
From some day off
or some vacation?

I'd tell a story
of kings and queens
or some romance
of a happy meeting
devised by chance.

But there's no such story
I'm afraid.
No adventure of
friends I've made.
And no love story
from which to say.

Maybe a story from others,
Perhaps?
Some travels from
some friendly chaps?

Or maybe a lady
who comes my way?
She'll ask me for
some place to stay?
But none of that
has come may way.

So that's all
I have for paper.
Letters and ink?
They disappear
as if they're vapor.

Forgery

I'm going to sue you
You know I am,
for saying I took your money?
Well, I did.

There's nothing that you can do
If you charge me
I'll come after you
I'll ruin you.

I know you think that is your right
After all, your credit will be hurt
If you say nothing
You can't buy a house
You can't buy a car
You'll have trouble getting another job.

Well, too bad!
Pick your poison!
You don't get out of this one!
Life is tough, and then you die
So, deal with it.

That is why
I'm taking your money
Too bad.
Nothing you can do.
Now,
Have a nice day!
Loser...

Oh!

Oh, hello my friend!
How are you?
I haven't seen you, in...
How long has it been?

Oh, forever it seems!
I've been good!
Finally got that new job,
and that new thing, I told you about.
And you?
How have you been?

Oh, me?
Just great!
got that new Car!
Got her for a song!
She's a real beauty,
Same model as yours!

Oh, I guess I didn't tell you?
I don't have it anymore.
She got into a dust up
got all smashed.
I traded her in for that!
Parked outside
What do you think?

Oh, she's pretty!
I know you'll have fun in that.
I bet she turns a lot of heads?
Shall we take her for a spin?

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid not.
She's still brand new
and I don't want to get her dirty.
She hasn't been broken in yet.
Maybe some other time?

Oh, sure, I understand!
It's a big purchase.
You'd probably want to preserve it
for that girl of yours?

Oh, didn't you hear?
She left me.
Caught her cheating with another guy.
She left me for him.
So, I bought that car.

Oh.
Oh, my...

Prime Rhyme

I need to write a new poem
But I need some words, and  don't know 'em
If I could go find them
You know that I'd use them
And hopefully, wouldn't abuse them.

I need to write a new story
But the ideas just won't come to me
If I could just get them
I know that I'd write them
And thus, they would not pass by me.

I need to find a new girl
A nice girl, whose hair has a curl
If I could just meet her
You know that I'd keep her
I'd treat her like she was a pearl.

I need to move somewhere else
A place that has a good pulse
If I had a way
You know that I'd stay
And there, I'd live in a house.

I need to write a new rhyme
But I just do not have time
You know, if I had some
I'd sit down and write one
And for sure, we'd have a good time!

Chairs, Cheers!

May I have
this dance with you?
I mean to change
my seat with you.

A dance of chairs,
that's what I mean
This one is bursting
right at the seems.

This chair right here?
It is too cold.
And that one right there?
It's much too old.

May I sit
right over here?
Would you rather
have this chair?

I sat down here,
when I came in.
But now she wants
to sit with him.

Here, I'll sit
right over here
I noticed that
you're over there.

So now the two of us
can finally hear
because we both
are finally near!

It's funny how
our world does work,
or how it can change
with a smile or smirk.

Sometimes, it's not
about the heat
but rather where
you choose your seat

So now that I'm done with 
my dancing here,
would you like
to take over this chair?

Moths, Moths!

Everywhere, moths!
Eating our cloths!

What is this thing
that we are gettin' ?
I think that they are
calling it the mothaggedon

They make me want
to purse my lips
I think it's becoming a mothpocolyps

In my dreams,
I think I am chased
by big giant moths
who are eating my case.

Just two more weeks,
that's what they say.
In two more weeks,
they'll go away.

Is that how long,
it's gonna take?
Is that how long
that I have to wait?

Well, I think not!
I won't be played!
Now go over and fetch me
that big can of Raid!

The Big Sponge

Did I ever tell you about the Big Sponge?
He's the hippest new sound
since the advent of grunge!

He uses no instruments,
not even a spoon.
He doesn't need these
to belt out a tune!

Instead, its just
Old fashioned
voice, that he uses.
The kind of voice Axel
or Steven abuses.

No, he's the sponge,
it just makes you lunge.
His music's so fun,
he must make a ton!

It's funny, they say that
musicians are poor
But the sponge is, of course,
a musician no more!
Instead, nowadays
he goes door-to-door.

He now sells insurance
and vacuum cleaners!
So, may I interest you
in a new steamer?

Mindstruck

Lines on my paper
White sheets on blue lines
I think about her,
but not about much else.

I have no ideas
No words to write
Nothing comes to me
Or, into my mind

My mind is all tired
from looking for words,
Searching for answers,
keys to ideas,
for getting ahead.

I feel like
I'm artistically bankrupt,
my creativity disinfected,
My oddballness,
wiped clean

I search for plots and ideas.
I come up with nothing.
Nothing at all.
 

Why I love you

Your hair is so flowing
and wavy and soft
I long to hold you
and to feel your touch

Your eyes are so striking
they pierce holes right through me
Your look is intense
It does something to me

You're smart and your caring
and Tender and warm
To be so close to you
Is always a charm

I wish

I wish I could stop from being so tired,
Inspired by someone
who's often admired

I wish that I could live a life that was higher
Entirely aware
I sound like a liar

I wish I could feel like I wasn't on wire
a pryer of words
that make me a crier

Thunder painting

Clouds and thunder
Lightning and rain
Smash the ground under
Slamming against my pain

Rain falls down like diamond drops
The storm comes around
and then it stops


The clouds bubble like oil paint
It's fizzing like trouble
Dark, bright and faint

The air is all muggy,
a smell of wet ground
Then cold makes me snugly
and tired all around

Let's watch the flicker
Of lightning outside
Meanwhile, the fireplace
is warm by your side.

Really people, it's just a windshield!

I had this crack that had just opened up
It came from a pebble,
Or maybe a rock.

A chip that began as
the shape of a dime.
It grew to the size of a spider,
by nine.

By noon my new spider
had now grown much wider
This new found crack,
split my window in half!

What do I do now?
I said to my dealer
Who listened to my sob
from behind the counter

He said: 
"it will cost you some pretty big coin,
it might even cost you
an arm or a groin!

"But that's not the problem,
that isn't the deal.
We only can service
The parts of of your wheel.

For windshields,
I've got somewhere else
you must go.
There's this place that does windows
for cheap, that I know."

So off across town
to this place I had went
You won't believe all the time
that I spent!

You'd think I had traveled
to up top a mountain.
That's not to mention,
the shape that I was in

I woke up not feeling exactly like me.
My throat hurt and I had this pain
in my knee

And cost me it did,
lots of cash from my wallet.
Their card readers were indeed,
pulled from their socket.

So, for two hours, I sat in that chair
and suffered while waiting
for windshield repair. 

Passover Prose

The first night of Passover's over and done,
 The first day of Passover's barely begun!
  The second night promises to be as fun!
   The eggs from the third night will still weigh a ton!
    The fourth and the fifth night, they do merge as one.
     The sixth night of Passover's not as much fun.
      The seventh night of Passover, you're wishing it's done...

The eighth night, eat bread, eat out, and have fun!

Palm-sized napsack

Has anybody seen my book?
No not read it,
I mean, seen it?

I used to carry books so big.
Now their smaller than a fig.

Well, not the book, it's not a booklet.
It's in a nook, that's where I put it!

Or in a Kindle, to be specific,
It just downloaded, it's quite terrific!

Libraries full of books I'll pack.
Before I kept 5 in a sack,
and those were heavy on my back!

But not today,
Oh, no longer.
Now my back, it feels much stronger!

My wallet though, a different story,
those new eReaders, they cost money!

And not a little, you might guess
It's left my credit such a mess!

But that's okay, it's worth the price,
These new ebooks are kinda nice!

I download books, and so, what's next?
Do you have one you might suggest?

Tragically Spaceless

Space, it was the final frontier.
But for NASA, there's no care.

Computers, kindles and flat-screens?
iPhones have all kinds of rings.
But for Space, there's what? Nothing?

All they watch is Jersey Shore.
They don't launch shuttles anymore.

Remember when we used to dream?
about discovering men of green?

Alas, no longer do they ponder,
of breaking past the wild blue yonder.

Zooming out beyond the stars?
Searching for those men from Mars?

I dreamt someday I'd have a ship
with speeds so fast your heart would skip!

Today that dream? It's just a blip,
deleted by a small pen tip.

"We don't need money for that now,"
said the man who won, somehow.

He said: "Instead we need more bread,
and less pollution made from lead!"

And I agreed we need those too,
along with funds for health and schools.

But what about the next big thing?
Some  software that can help us sing?
Or maybe help with everything?

That's what really bothers me,
Where will we find technology?

Velcro, cell phones, computer chips
Equipment using laser tips?

How 'bout neon lights to see?
TV's made with LCD's?

Without Space, you'd have these not!
Yoda, would agree, a lot!

Star Wars, ET, and Star Trek.
We used to love these, what the heck?

It seems people have turned away,
they do not watch these shows, today

Instead, they're voting for "The Voice."
For Sci-fi, there's a lot less choice.

And so, support for Space? It's dwindled.
And all it's luster? It's been swindled.

It's crazy now, a tragic shame
Our interest in the moon's so tame.

Our future without Space? It's lame,
and looking more like Hunger Games...

When Harry met Katniss

(Disclamer: If you haven't read the Hunger Games, Harry Potter, or either, then this story will both confuse you, and spoil the books. But read it anyway =)

    Well, as you know, Katniss is the heroine of the Hunger Games, and Harry Potter? Well, he has a whole series named after  him. But did you know the story of when Harry met Katniss? Oh, yes! I have it good authority that Harry and Katniss have secretly been meeting!  Would you like to know what they talked about?

  It turns out that Harry wasn't to happy about Katniss stealing all his fans. No, Harry was quite distressed, I'm afraid. So, Harry called Katniss. Well techincally, he didn't call her, he sent her an Instant Message on Facbeook. It was not easy finding her, especially since she's been hiding with that other slick talking boy, Peeta (actually, his name was originally spelled "Peta," but it turns out that the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PeTA) refused permission to use their name, and "Pita Bread" threatened to sue.

   Anyway, sure enough, Harry found Katniss, and asked her for a meeting. It is not known the precise location where they met, although it has been suggested by Rashi (who isn't THE Rashi, rather, Rashi McDonald, my informant on 54th Street),  that they ate lunch at the Taco Barn (Harry paid).  Harry told Katniss that he didn't think it was very nice of her to steal all his fans, especially since he was losing money. After all, Harry just bought a Tudor in South London where he now lives, has another kid on the way, and is still making payments to his Bentley, which is several thousand pounds (aside from weight, its also very expensive).

  At first, Katniss protested, pointing her bow and arrow at Harry. In turn, Harry held up his wand, at which point they heard a yell: "hey, not in my shop!"  It came from Rod (short for Rodriguez) the manager of the Taco Barn. He told them that he was sure that the two could settle this like mature adults. This of course was impossible, since everyone knows both Harry and Katniss are under 21.

  Still, they agreed to put their weapons away, and settle the dispute amicably. After several hours of moaning, and screaming (and also after some deep discussion and debate about the dispute), the two of them agreed to keep off of each others turf. Katniss agreed to not shoot an arrow through Harry's Taco, if Harry would confine his book and movie promotions to the United Kingdom. In turn, Harry agreed not to turn Katniss into a muggle blooded Toad, if she would never leave Panem again, and only grant TV interviews with MSNBC (after all, Harry figured, Fox owns Sky News in England, and nobody watches MSNBC anyway).  They shook hands, and went their separate ways.

This of course, does not explain why 9 months later, Katnisses's baby, was born with a lighting scar and black, round rimmed glasses, but that's another story for another day...

Shabbat, my favorite night!

T'was the time before Shabbat
and all through the hour
I felt so excited,
My thoughts were like flour

Scattered and powdered with the joys of the weekend
I'm thinking of prayers,
With the Hebrew we sing them.

The songs of Shabbat
are my favorite part
I've sung them so long,
I know them by heart!

The service, it has a routine, all its own,
From the lighting of candles
to the Oseh Shalom

We end with Alenu and prayer for the dead
But wait, there's still wine,
And then we break bread

But it isn't just any old bread that we eat,
Instead, we have Challah,
With eggs, not just wheat

Challah's the yummiest bread that I know
You can buy it all baked and woven in rows

The last part's the dinner, if not, an oneg,
We talk, and have fun,
And then?
Home to bed!

PLEASE READ: Some poems removed

Due to their personal nature, I have chosen to remove several pieces of previously posted material. However, I have archived the removed material in a word file. If there is a particular piece that you would like to read or have, please contact me via my google+ account, Facebook, or any of the other social media platforms for which you may have my contact information.

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-Garrett

The anchor-lady's big news!

Please tell the anchor she had pretty hair
My post is the proof that I really was there!

I was watching this station they had in this town
Some station with a desk, and strange colors around.

Every small city has some silly news
Some funky weird music, and big voice they use.

They come on the screen, and they tell us with urgency
"Hurry and watch, there's been an emergency!"

And what was the big news they told us that day?
What did the girl with the bright lipstick say?

"They've stolen a horse! That's what they did!"
Ms. Buckles is gone, they took her, they did!

That was the news in Wichita falls
They stole the statute of a horse?
They've got balls!

They've stolen a horse, that was the news
A horse that was painted with reds, greens and blues.

That's what the girl with too much make up said
"Stay with us, now, there's more news ahead..."

(Apologies to Gwyn Bevel)

Don't tell me, just be there.

Don't say you care.
Do say you care to help.

Don't say "I know."
Say "I know what to do."

Don't tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me I was wronged.

Don't tell me what I can do.
Do tell me what you can do for me.

Don't give me advice
do give me help.

Don't tell me what I should do, what I did wrong, or what I should have done.
Just say you're sorry, and give me a hug.

Just make sure, you're sure.

Go bomb Iran, is that the way?
to bring about a better day?
I'm just not sure, I'm sad to say.

Do we really need to fight?
Is the situation tight?
I just want things to be all right.

Is it that I just don't know?
Is my brain a piece of dough?
I'm scared I'll end up eating crow.

Is there something up their sleeve?
Those people in the middle east?
I hope this won't disturb the peace.

Or is peace the thing that will be saved?
Will a better path be paved?
I must admit that I'm afraid.

What if there's nothing there to bomb?
What happens if again, we're wrong?
The consequences could be long.

Is it only over there?
Don't these countries even care?
I worry that it will come here.

So just hear me out, you two
I know there's doubt, if it is true
If Iran really has a nuke

I'll just ask, but I won't pout
Be sure you know what it's about
Above all, please leave US out.

Pizza Pie

Pizza Pie,
So perfect So round,
So good that I think I'll go order one now.

It's so good, so tasty,
So cheesy and smooth,
It's better than eating a cup full of fruit.

Pizza's the one thing,
I can have, that I love
It's nutritious and kosher, and all of the above.

So, come join me for lunch,
Or dinner or football,
I'm getting some Pizza, I'll see you there, y'all! 

Just give me my coffee!

Are we here for coffee, or just for each other?
If we aren't gonna talk, then why do we bother?

It's like we're just here and into ourselves
So why not go somewhere alone, somewhere else?

Instead, you're all here, completely oblivious,
Ears plugged with iPhones and iPods and various.

Various things, it's like I don't matter.
I'm just a big prop, or a fly on a flower.

Well that's not the reason, I came to this shop.
I came here for coffee, and came here to talk.

So if that just isn't what you bargained for,
If you'd rather not converse, and stare at the door,

I guess then, its time for me to go bow,
I'm going to go somewhere else, for right now.

Electric Fireplace

Electric fire, silent and cold
Artificial, quiet, but not bold

So pretty empty, so almost pretty
I wonder if its all a pity

Just slightly nice, not quite right
A sickly sort of happy light

It's what you got, but not what wanted
The true potential, feels so haunted

It's like that thing you almost had
Almost good, but not so bad
But just enough to make you sad

Did you ever want something?
But had to settle for next best thing?

The color tan, not quite white?
Just a taste, but not a bite?

How nice it'd be, I'd have to bet
If I got the entire set

Electric fire, and dreams of you
Someday I'm sure I'll hold you too
That day, your presence will be true