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A poem from a friend

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My friend asked if he could “throw down”, to whick I said sure. Who’d be stupid enough to say no?

 

CHASIN’ TAIL

words by Fishpond

 

HEY QUIT PUNCHIN’ ME!

I’M SORRY, I HONESTLY THOUGHT YOU READ BETWEEN THE LINES OF SOCIAL BEHAVIOR

HEY QUIT KICKIN’ ME!

TRULY, THIS TIME I SEE CHALK DRAWN LINES, AROUND PORCUPINES, HOLDING WARNING SIGNS

HEY QUIT GRABBIN’ ME!

IT’S WRONG TO PICK ME UP TO PROTECT YOURSELF

FROM EVERYTHING YOU’VE BROUGHT TO LIGHT

 

THE MOOD SUDDENLY CHANGES INTO ANOTHER OF LIFE’S STAGES

 

BUT HEY ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR 

YOU CAN CHANGE THE STORY

BUT NOT THE ENDING SO I’M TOLD

IF I MAY BE SO INCLINED AS TO UNWIND

WHAT STARTED OUT AS SIMPLE AS A SWOLLEN TONGUE

HAS EVOLVED INTO THE GIRL FOR WHICH I LONG

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I HUNG MYSELF OUT TO DRY?

 

ALONE IN THIS LIFE, WITH NOTHING BUT A PRICE TO PAY

NEVER KNOWING WHAT WILL COME OR GO YOUR WAY

IN THE SHADOWS OF GREAT DAYS, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE…

 

YOUR THOUGHTS CAN LEAD TO

BUT YOUR HEART WILL RETURN YOU

DON’T TAKE THE CHANCE, OF TAKING CHANCE

MISSING THE CHANCE OF TAKING A CHANCE

 

NO I DON’T THINK I KNOW YOU

BUT I’M SURE THAT I KNOW YOU

TRUE, YES, THINGS SEEM STRANGE

TAKE MY WORD THAT THEY ARE

‘CAUSE CARAMELCORN IS COMING HOME

WITH LIQUORICE WHIPS AND CANDY CONES

SMILES UPON STORIES OF INTERGALACTIC FOLLIES

AND I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO BE BORN

 

ALL I SEE IS BLACK AND WHITE

TO LIVE MY LIFE IN AN ARRAY OF GRAY

LOVE IS NOT SCIENTIFIC TO ME

JUST A LITTLE DRASTIC

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Written by Ramblin' Rooster

June 4, 2009 at 5:55 am

Spare Change

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Spare Change

By Justice Noby

 

[I thought we’d take a break from the Ramblings of the Rooster and share with you a story that one of my friends wrote. I don’t particularly like this story or poem or whatever the heck it is, but I owed him money and couldn’t pay. This is what we worked out instead.]

 

The nickel is no longer shiny

The one I barely notice laying on the street because it’s so dull and dingy

It blends into the old and faded concrete as if to punish itself for being discarded

I wonder what happened to it

Why was it thrown away, discarded, abandoned

I turn the nickel to view both sides, an unproductive, useless habit of mine

I note the year and read the inscriptions

“In God We Trust”… maybe

“Liberty*1992”… this nickel isn’t even a teenager yet

“E PLURIBUS UNIM”… whatever the hell that means

Funny how people are all irate about people speaking Spanish and here’s Latin, a dead language mind you, on the most precious of all American possessions

“MONTICELLO”… is that the name of this building? I thought it was like the Jefferson monument… man, am I ever stupid

How does something of value become wasted?

It might not be of much value, but it’s valued all the same

And someone thought nothing more of it than garbage

Or perhaps they merely dropped it

Even so, it meant not even putting forth the effort of bending over to retrieve it

Oh well, it’s mine now

Who cares you say?

Think of throwing a nickel away for every dollar you earn

Not so insignificant now is it

So I take the nickel

Not for building wealth

But because I dislike wastefulness

And I hate to see a lonely nickel

 

[I told ya…]

 

Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster

Written by Ramblin' Rooster

January 23, 2009 at 6:43 am