Long Gone Daddy
I misses Johnny’s hugs
And I misses Sara’s kisses
And those are not the only things
This long gone daddy misses
I misses them in sleepfulness
I misses them in waking
I misses all the botherations
That we was undertaking
I misses all their loudnesses
Their smilings and complaints
I misses all the things they are
And hates the things I ain’t
I sits down to my Sunday meal
Withouts a shred of joy
Happiness wears leaden weights
Without my girl and boy
I misses them upon the seats
In living rooms and cars
I misses them in pouring rains
And under dimmest stars
I misses Johnny’s hugs
And I misses Sara’s kisses
And those are not the only things
This long gone daddy misses
Mourning My Lost Lenore
With death I’m cucked, my heart amuck
The knife in my heart bore
On earth I’m stuck, I cannot shuck
This mourning lost Lenore
My soul is spent, the devil went
And dug into to my core
From all she meant I am hellbent
Mourning my lost Lenore
Through the smoke the running joke -
There’s always worse in store
Drunk and broke at the end of the loke
Mourning my lost Lenore
I’m still here, I drink my beer
Upon this ragged shore
The evening near, the ending clear
Mourning my dear Lenore
Some Men
Some men want her in fishnet hose
And nails red as a red red rose
Hair dyed black as my heart at night
Mascara running down in fright
Some men want a cactus flower
Who blooms for them in the midnight hour
Dressed to go and do the laundry
Wanting one man and one man only
Some men want sweet birds of youth
Or pantsuit women screaming “Truth”
Some men want to call her mommy
Soothing fragile mind and tummy
Some men want a virgin whore
Who blushes when she asks for more
Some men want a lipstick’d kiss
Some men want much more than this
Some men want clean eyes and lips
Skinny thighs or plusher hips
For some men anyone will do
And me? Hell, I just want you
Some Women
Some women want to give me love
Some women want to give me money
Some women want to call me bastard
Some women want to call me honey
Some women want to be my mother
Some women want to be my sister
Some want me to be their secret
Some want me to be their mister
Some women want to hear their name
Calling to them from the street
Some women want to lay their blame
At the doorstep of my feet
Some women want me to do it
Other women won’t allow it
Some women see right through it
Others see me as a wallet
Some women want me fast and loose
Some women want me long and tall
Some women want me all locked up
But most women don’t want me at all
There Was A Man Drowning In A Cup Of Tea
There was a man drowning in a cup of tea.
He waved his arms and said, “Look at me!”
He signed autographs between gasps of air.
The press took his picture until he wasn’t there.
He tried to wave from the bottom of the cup.
He did it but then could not come up.
There was a man drowning in a cup of tea.
Too busy waving to try and get free.
