Current poems in progress...

opening my eyes i see your face
that tells me I'm in disgrace

love me
love me dearly
give me loving
skip the theory

This is a song about
dirty boys
The one's the Panthers use as toys
The one's with eyes that hither and dart
The one's that break little girl's hearts
with their chew-em-up, chew-em-up smiles
and their pump-em-up, pump-em-up wiles
dirty, dirty boys. dirty boys yeah yeah yeah
dirty, dirty boys. That's who -ou
dirty, dirty boys. Like you !

Mary was the mother mild
Joseph was the husband riled
Had a little baby fair
Offer up a simple prayer