Author Archives: Tom O. Williams

Sneaky Pete

Hasten comes from a needy family
The judge hears addicts at his knees
When children run to the rescue
Police cars make their daily news

While he is serving way too hard
His .38 special is kissing guards
Cell mates think that he is cool
Good vibrations circle the schools

All know what he is out to prove
Acceptance in the treatment pool
Fate has him drinking too much in
Taking the stage, riding a trend

Then what we get from his lawyers
Are happy states and mini employers
So, next time you’re on a hot dog binge
Watch out for Montezuma’s revenge

Depraved

Decadent

Degradation, you’ve got too much going on
You’ve caused hunger stressed out a home
Now you’re a hard one and don’t belong
What so proudly we hail as we play our song
Masturbation, it’s been a perilous fight
Mailboxes once flagged you in sight
Now ramparts watched do gallantly bite
Till rockets’ red glare leave us without might

Oh, say can you see a domain in the woods
At twilights last gleam you prescribe boobs
Observation technology can be poison food
Broad stripes burning stars abuse every mood
America is losing
America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace on thee

Copulation, oh you can burst bombs on air
Give proof in the night to cheap seats for pair
And if you think porn is just laissez-faire
Generations to come won’t marry or care
Situation, you’ve had years being spared
Your hardcore fans have a group need to share
History tells us when the party gets dared
Most run like a critter and hope to be snared

Oh, say can you see a domain in the woods
At twilights last gleam you prescribe boobs
Observation technology can be poison food
Broad stripes burning stars abuse every mood
America is losing
America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace on thee

Misusing freedom that has been given
Redefine spirit
A world of living
Holding the flaming torch in hand
For a great nation
Let’s make a stand
Spreading the word about human souls
Destruction of minds
What is too bold
And cast away
The enemy’s plan
To bury lives in a sick land

Oh, say can you see a domain in the woods
At twilights last gleam you prescribe boobs
Observation technology can be poison food
Broad stripes burning stars abuse every mood
America is losing
America is losing
America is losing
God shed his grace on thee

So, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er land of the free and the home of depraved

© 2020 Thomas O. Williams

Gin

Tales of the Battle at Shiloh
In eighteen sixty-two
Will always be handed down
By folks who want the truth

Hiram buried family gold
No one knew of its place
He rode to fight the Yankees
To save their southern space

A fierce battle, nobody knows
About his bloody day
Just, Hi Neighbors lost his life
Put down in a mass grave

Now times do swiftly pass on
And few question the fact
The story of a pot of gold
Lost on that family’s tract

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