American Idol
Rock Star
An oxymoron
Crowds cheer
Rock on
Rock on
The Grateful are Dead
Morrison
Joplin
Hendrix
Children aspire
To catch the fire
“When I grow up I want to be a "Rock Star”
They don’t know they can’t have
both
A high price to pay for
Groupies
No lasting relationships
Recreational drugs
Once vices
Now habits
On the Road again
In a cold hotel room after the
show
Unstrung Heroes
The world has gone mad or has
always been so
Why else would it make sick souls
it’s heroes
All through time inevitably
The famous have gone down in
history
But their fame it seems has been terribly maimed
With disease misery
and life’s tragedy
Elvis’s Pelvis was long acclaimed
Yet he died overdosed on drugs
Fat weak and lame
Marilyn Monroe was legendary
For her lips her breasts and her imagery
Drowned in a pool her life rather
brief
Unable to cope with her pain and
her grief
Lennon Morrison
Hendrix and Joplin
With drugs and booze left their minds quiet fried
Never the less they are valued
and prized
Their lives quite seriously
eulogized
Considered poetic greats of their
day
Still their lives turned out to
be rather gray
As Ann Sexton and Sylvia Plath
Left suicide in their aftermath
Clinton and Nixon and Kennedy
Whose personal lives were far
from free
Of disease and corruption
Left a trail of destruction
As they lied to us all and
one “Never Inhaled”
All got off scot free when they
should have been jailed
For murder or adultery,
But as President
“These laws don’t apply to me”
One of the sickest crimes of the
day
Was when Simpson blew his own
wife away
But because he was athletic and
good with a ball
The world let him off
Because after all
His life should be free of
punishment
Because “All Star Players” are
always exempt
Sometimes I think I must be
living in Hell
An asylum of absurdity is the
place that I dwell
To be sentenced to earth as the
place of my birth
Where the crazier one is the more
valued his worth
Are we really such fools to allow
the race
To put these kinds of people in
the realm of first place
To guide lead direct and be
idolized
People whose lives really should
be despised
We vote them in, put them up on
the wall
We cheer and we clamor
Make them King of the Hall
Are Earth’s souls so lost they
must follow the lost
To death, to Hell and Oblivion
Isn’t there anyone whose memory
lives on
Are their truly no saints or
souls worthy
Of our praise and our votes and
honest glory
Ode
to Tattoos
Once handsome men are now freaks
Women a side show at the circus
It has become the trend
Putting permanent life marks on flesh
Once a birthmark was thought a
curse from God
Especially in visible places
Now young and old enjoy marring
their body
With ugly designs
Once hidden in some secret place
Now they force us to witness
their masochistic acts
Purplish blue black and indigo
colors
Blur the beauty God gave them
Once thought extreme
Now they parade their anti-social
behavior
Like a badge on arms and legs
An art exhibition we didn’t
choose to attend
Some say their tatts mean
something
A tribute to someone
Some say they are sensitive souls
Expressing themselves
I beg to differ
Anyone who consciously chooses
To hurt themselves for attention
Doesn’t care if they offend
Is not someone I choose to know
Face Book Follies
Let
it all hang out
Give
every sorted detail of your personal life
Nothing
sacred
Make
political stands that alienate your friends
Your
family
Divide
the country with political rants
Hide
behind a screen spewing venom
Cause
division
Hatred
Abuse
family and friends
Show
off vices, drinking, tatts, dark sides of character
Teenagers
Threaten
and bully
Cause
someone to commit suicide
with
cruel words
Cat
fish and lie
Stalk
and spy
Gross
people out with obscene
Pictures
of man’s cruelty
To
animals
Or
each other
Use
filth and foul
Sociopaths
on the prowl
Definitely
the wrong ways to use face book
Face
book
Friend
or foe
You
decide
Epilogue For The Homeless
The homeless are great
They Manipulate
Playing victim and preying on
good Christian hearts
The con their game
They use different disguises
And different faces
One man who is always out there has many
Sometimes a goatee
Sometimes a long beard
Sometimes a hat
Sometimes just looks weird
He stands on the median
Always a forlorn face
looking down
He should get an academy award
for acting
They have different signs
Preferably scrawled on cardboard
is a good technique
One I saw said
Stranded
Please anything will help
I called her on it as she as she got on her hidden bike
smiling
One sign said
I
used to have a life once
I decided to talk to her about it
Same old sob story
Sores all over her face
Wasn’t going to admit she was a
meth addict
Another sign said
I
used to be somebody
Well she’s still somebody
Somebody on the streets
Another
sign
Will
work for food
Four restaurants hiring on the
same street
Homeless
and Hungry
Anything
will help
When you give them food they’re
disappointed
One man made a much better living
begging
A cab driver told me they often
make $200 a day
A better wage than his fifteen an
hour plus tips
It’s lucrative
begging
I’ve interviewed a few to see
How they ended up on the streets
Ran
away because my mother was a drug addict
Or
her husband was sexually abusing me
Husband
was an alcoholic
All pretty legit reasons
Sometimes tragic
Sometimes real
Usually not
It’s the lazy man’s profession
Some like it
They don’t mind the vagabond life
Enjoy the gypsy life riding
the rails
They’ve made their own bed
Don’t mind sleeping in a bag
on the streets
It’s just like camping
Much easier than taking care of a
house
All that responsibility
They like the simple life
Most take your money for alcohol
and drugs
They don’t really want food
Don’t be fooled and feel too sorry
for these
“Victims”
Sometimes these “Victims” are
victimizing
You
Zero Population Growth
Some people believe in quality
Not quantity
Unlike California who adds a new
million each year
Or India
Teeming with life
Beggars
Merchants
Yogis
Cremation at the Ganges
Recycling life into another
reincarnation
Or China
Population grew so large the
government forced contraception
Only one for a while
Only two in the country
A boy valued more than a girl
Infanticide of females became too
common
Today freeways buzz like bees twenty
four seven
Traffic stopping like clogged
arteries at rush hours
New lanes and new structures line
them with commerce
Urban sprawl leaving no room
For pastures for cows
Meadows for Meadow Larks
Or clean air to breathe
Back in the seventies there was a
push
Only two children per couple
The world then was three billion
Now fifty years later the world
population bulges
More than double
Humanity has not taken the idea
seriously
Responsibility with the life
force
An afterthought
When does the earth reach
“The fullness of it’s Creation”
Does that mean humanity is the
only life form left
