Tip the king
the wise men say
tip the king
t’his side today
Tip the king
ere yield we trust
tip the king
afraid we must
For he’s gave away the tale
and wishes of each child
their future was all for sale
and this method is too wild
Tip the king
the knights have voiced
tip the king
we’ve lost the choice
Tip the king
or it’s too late
tip the king
to face our fate
For he’s lost all the vision
that made him so heroic
poking faintly at his mission
whispered gray and stoic
Tip the king
the bishops sing
tip the king
greased guillotine
Tip the king
let dusk rush forth
tip the king
muster the court!
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Boing! scratch scratch boing
twittle fling bing sing
Boing, scratch scratch boing
blat ba- ba- ka-ching
Boing! scratch scratch spin
chaw me boo hoo pop
boing, scratch scratch spin
tootle ba - flip flop
Boing! scratch scratch pow
tickle sit sat plooie
boing, scratch scratch pow
babble tee hee fooie
Boing! scratch scratch gar
chortle oh oh wee
boing, scratch scratch gar
giggle meow glee
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his goofy little smile
that stretches a mile
haunts me today
as he drives away
off with his mother
and his half-brother
on to his other dad
leaving me now sad
and I sit again alone
all quiet by a phone
with only hints around
viewing photos found
of his playful ghost
that I will miss most
random scattered toy
thus proving my boy
was here happy of late
along my fatherly gait
holding my hand fast
making memories last
until the weekend
and rejoined my friend
my son my circus clown
extinguishing this frown
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in a stream running wild
under pine and rain filled sky
awaits my victim swimming
awaits my bait or hooked fly
the line cast across water
into the morning reflect of sun
silently landing with a splash
silently set the game’s begun
the patient battle between
from the dry world on shore
against the wet realm of river
against the fishermen’s lore
a long wait another cast
wondering daydreaming thought
second guessing the creature
second guessing what’s caught
what virtual bliss becomes
a simple species contention
more luck than hunting skill
more luck one can mention
between man and a trout
such heaven could be found
without stress and danger
without ritual or sound
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We are never who we think we are
only the face of another human
Every mirror on every dawn stare
peers into the soul of the unknown man
We sign the token of a stranger
scribbles, barely expressions we can read
And reading back the name so clearly
only to project timbre that misled
What stranger saunters on in our shoes
and feeds our kids, repays the many bills
A shadow of who we think we are
an opposite version without the frills
What we perceive as our selves to be
differs highly from how we are perceived
For to charge your self image today
will lead you tomorrow to be deceived
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Barley Moon
and summer stars
myrtle rose and rye
oak hawthorn poppy corn
clover blossom tide
Willow ash
alder forest
sunflower and wheat
rowan birch grape-vine sighs
aloe minty treat
Ivy shade
and water-reed
heather aspen yew
topaz and loadstone hops
warm span minus you
Eastern winds
demand your name
marigold and slate
elder fir marble moss
lonesome is such fate
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Oh where oh were
has my little code gone
all jammed up and broken
the links are all wrong
Such goofy piles
of confusing foreign line
makes me all dizzy
my eyes blurry and blind
Was it the script
or maybe the frame set
possibly that style sheet
that’s made me so upset
And why is it that
when I upload the thing
it’s entirely metamorphosed
and made my head ring
What a painful hobby
I chose to partake in
what evil past life
did I live full of sin
But how can I give up
it’s like an addiction
yin yang love hate
a challenging friction
So back to the start
bent over the editor
brow furrowed eyes squint
like a geek matador
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How will I keep fed
I have no sandwich without bread
I have turkey cheese and mayo
a pickle and some mustard
but without a crumb of bread
I’ve become hungry and quite flustered
I guess I’ll have only water
sad me with no dinner
growling from my midriff
dizzy in my head
all because my sandwich is without bread
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