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Better or Worse

  It Could Be Better

  It Could Be Worse

  At Least I’m Not Horizontal

  In A Box In The Dirt

  I don’t know what the hell you say.

  But, you keep on saying it every day.

  Hip Hop, Bip Bop

  Need to pick my nose

  And make a pit stop.

  Tomatoes, Potatoes, Spinach and Broccoli

  What the hell rhymes with Broccoli?

  I got it.

  Tomatoes, Potatoes, Spinach and Broccoli

  I ate my veggies and played monopoly.

  I tried to make a poem about an Irish Setter

  And realized the subject matter could be better

  I tried to make a new rhyme and before I started

  I held my nose and broccoli farted

  Embarrassed as I was it could have been worse

  At least I’m not horizontal in a box in the dirt

  Worker Whore

  In days of old the rich were bold

  And enslaved people in pursuit of gold

  Today is much the same

  The time clock has replaced the chain

  The rich get richer

  The poor get poorer

  The ruling class remains

  We’ve been taught

  That happiness

  Is something bought

  If your life’s pursuit

  Is from a store

  You’re just another

  Worker whore

  People Outside Sit

  People Outside Sit

  With Sweatshirts On

  Money And Tech

  Their Only God

  Winter’s Coming

  Like An Easy Song

  It Will Be Here

  Before Too Long

  Shorter Days

  Longer Nights

  To Me It Just Doesn’t

  Feel Right

  There’s Nothing Worse

  Than Dark And Cold

  Is This Your Heart

  As You Grow Old

  Bright Son

  Will Always Shine

  If You Let Him In

  One More Time

  Heads Down

  Eyes To Screens

  Life Goes By

  No one Screams

  Interaction Remiss

  Except to Exclaim

  “Look At This”

  You Can Change

  If You Have The Will

  Or Meet The Maker

  With Darkness Still

  The Path Is Yours

  For You To Choose

  You Have One Soul

  To Win Or Lose

  When I Stand

  Before The Gates

  I Hope The Son’s Light

  Is On My Face

  Enjoy The Earth

  All Around

  Or Sit And Rot

  Tether Bound

  Snakebite Venom Bitch

  Snake bite, venom bitch

  You poisoned my heart and threw it in a ditch.

  Even though I hate you now

  You stick to me like a festering itch.

  Our love was so hot and strong

  Passionate, wet and sticky, all night long.

  Ocean motion, oil and lotion

  We used it all with love’s emotion.

  Never before had I been so high

  As when we made love, like rockets in the sky.

  Snake bite, venom bitch

  You blackened my soul and threw it in a ditch.

  Even though I hate you now

  You stick to me like a festering itch.

  I knew you were all I’d ever need

  With you I’d breed, and sow my seed.

  My love for you was so strong and wild

  Until I learned you aborted my child.

  You killed my son before he could age

  So I killed you back, in a fit of rage.

  Snake bite, venom bitch

  You broke my mind and threw it in a ditch.

  Even though I hate you now

  You stick to me like a festering itch.

  Now I sit in the county pen

  You lie in the ground, stone cold dead.

  Snake bite, venom bitch

  You poisoned me and threw me in a ditch.

  Even though I hate you now

  You stick to me like a festering itch.

  Snake bite, venom bitch

  You poisoned my heart and threw it in a ditch.

  You stick to me like a festering itch.

  I hate you now

  You bitch

  I hate you now

  I hate you

  I loved you

  I hate you

  Bitch

  Mr. Christmas Toad

  In a small swamp pond

  Not far from here

  Lived an energetic toad

  Fond of females, dancing and beer

  On a chilly fall morning

  While lamenting the first frost

  He decided to leave New Hampshire

  No matter the cost

  It’s time to sleep

  In the mud down deep

  His fellow toads implored

  Get down here quick

  So you’ll keep warm

  Stay here with us Mr. Christmas toad

  You’ll freeze to death by the side of the road

  He packed some flies and crickets

  In an old rucksack

  Found a snowbirds’ pickup

  And climbed in back

  Mr. Christmas Toad

  Tooled down the road

  As the snow fell around

  For Florida he was bound

  He nearly froze to death

  Traveling through New York

  He curled up tight between

  An old blanket and a box of sporks

  He arrived in the warmth

  And none too soon

  He met a new girlfriend

  And proceeded to spoon

  They made love all winter long

  Wild and passionate gentle and strong

  On the beach and in the back of cars

  During the bright daylight and under twinkling stars

  In the spring they hitched a ride north in a new mini-van

  Mr. and Mrs. Christmas returned to New Hampshire to raise their clan

  They enjoyed life as other toads did

  And raised their brood of ten thousand kids

  Not Christmas

  It doesn't feel much like Christmas this year

  I know I'd feel better if you were here

  It's the 24th of December, but I'm still stuck in May

  It was a beautiful sunny morning on that fateful day

  That's when I heard you'd laid down your life for people to be free

  All I could do was weep and think how you're lost to me

  They said you were brave and another life you saved

  And I should be proud

  Those words echo in my mind so loud

  Of course I'm proud that you were brave as you could be

  It just doesn't feel like Christmas to me

  About the Author

  I sincerely hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed creating it.

  I currently work and live in the wonderful state of New Hampshire. I enjoy hunting, fishing, hiking, kayaking, motorcycle riding and a good beer in the company of friends.

  Other completed works I currently have available on the world wide web: “A Farmer’s Chronicle” and “Mower Death Kill: The Hardwood Incident”.