A Loving Wife
A bomb with a memory
'Thats armed'
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Artesian Attraction
Love that flows
With a lullaby sound
Passion cascades
From life underground
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Last Fading Flower
I must pick the last fading flower,
Before it comes softly falling down.
I must pick the last fading flower,
Before the next morning dew.
I must pick the last fading flower,
Only because it was meant for you.
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Hooker's Valentine
What's up baby, do you like what you see?
It's all yours, but it ain't for free!
Let's get high, and feeling fine,
Then you can be my valentine!
I'll do you fine, I'll do you right.
You're paying for your death tonight!
Just ease right back and clear your mind,
For tonight you are my valentine!
Ectasy and love's desire,
Tonight I will put out your fire!
Awaken Monday, when all seems fine!
Recount that you were my valentine!
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Anger Management
Anger, such a provocative topic,
Mal-aligned, ill-defined, all in time.
Just what exactly is anger?
A sequence of insult,
Repressed resentment,
Unconscious revenge,
Fantasies of aggression,
Anger really is................................
Having a sizzling, red coal,
Between the cheeks of your ass,
With a double Playtex girdle on!
Disappointing all the Adlerians,
What is the therapy?
Quit complaining about it!
Just remove it!
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Dealing With Bullies
The lion picks out his gazelle for the kill,
As the herd stands around and watches.
'Well, he picked the weakest one I guess.'
The pack of hyenas pick out the Zebra to dissect,
As the rest of the herd stands around and watches.
'Well, she didn't really fit in to our group.'
The tiger picks out a weak, young water buffalo.
As the rest of he herd of buffalo approach the tiger.
' Well, we've had enough, they attack him.'
With tail in hand, he flees for his life!
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Men Are From Mars
I was talking with Bukowski the other day,
Our minds met, concluding women need to know.
Two hot dogs and a beer is going out for dinnner.
Socks should never constitute an anniversary gift.
Men have an inate need to read in the bathroom.
Men really are sentimental. We just don't know how to tell you.
Size really doesn't matter.
Don't Burst their bubble.
Alcohol is really one of the four food groups.
Men look up to Colonel Sanders as an icon.
He loved thighs, legs, and breasts.
Beyond a funeral and a wedding we don't know how to dress.
If you want him to shop carry him to Victoria's Secret!
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Understanding Bukowski Now
Later in life I've really come to understand Bukowski.
Without women money would have no meaning,
Men would have no taste.
Soap operas truly are fictional,
Men aren't affectionate out of bed.
Colonel Sanders really is a gender icon,
All he cared about, legs, breasts, and thighs.
Without women man would never truly understand,
The meaning of an alien race.
Why do Black Widow spiders kill their mate after mating?
Just ask any women!
Men marry virgins to avoid the criticism.
Women marry virgins, but there aren't any.
The futility of the arrangement of life!
Charles how I'm beginning to understand.
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If Daddy Only Knew
I wonder if Daddy knew I had to become super-responsible and a miniature adult at the age of 12
I wonder if Daddy knew life at home was full of broken promises and full of disappointment.
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't ever carry me fishing
I wonder if Daddy knew why I had to take life so seriously
I wonder if Daddy knew why I couldn't have fun like my other friends
I wonder if Daddy knew I never really knew what 'normal' was
I wonder if Daddy knew I had to lie and cover up the truth about our family for all those years when telling the truth would have been easier
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't ever tell me he loved me. Was it because I was a little 'man'?
I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't come to my graduation?
I wonder if Daddy knew how much I loved him?
I wonder if Daddy knew how many times the arguments and yelling was my bedtime lullaby?
I wonder if Daddy knew..................that I knew
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