Author Archives: Tom O. Williams

Casanovas

It starts in a big White House
Coon dogs trap a tailless mouse
Breaking in a jam party
Taking turns hijacking three

Perfect rhythm on their brains
Will daily make them go insane
Trying to find a flawless cure
Hiding beneath the cow manure

Making those offensive potions
Dancing around keys in motion
Laughing till their heart’s content
Programs meant for time misspent

So, if you want to play the game
A robot that will take all blame
Don’t become a birdbrain prop
Stop the dope that makes you hop

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

Boxed In

Degradation, there is 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 on our site
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
Redefined spirit
A home not 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 our 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

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