Category Archives: Waves

Run Off

Wendy pushes a tired slick mop
With Elvis pictured inside her hop
Born to run in a barber town
As youth in Memphis clown around

Spending her time out on E Street
Passing a mansion with greet meet
Looking for a hot fudge sundae
Grounding a starter every Monday

News media blares around her Mike
Nothing but crazy drive-ins in sight
Popcorn crunching, avoiding flipper
Hog breath points at the big dipper

If a collision takes off your head
You’re out of gas and full of lead
Scramble around to keep old glory
Use your brains, live true stories

Poop

Chase graduated from prep school
Joy never thought he was cool
Because he went to pay union dues
In a small place machining screw
Chase knew he’d create a brand
Punching holes in loaded land
Then invested every bit of his stock
Trading goods around the clock

Take it easy in the can
Worms crawl out
Watch the plan
Don’t become an also ran
Take lonesome poop
Downplay the scoop

Joy didn’t want to tie the knot
With risks for an empty pot
Chase focused on the job at hand
Hunting success without a band
He had few dollars to work with
Picking chances targeting fifths
Showing his rolls when it got too loud
Singing tunes to a laid-back crowd

Chase got in touch with email
Told her his plan didn’t fail
That he belonged to a special club
Most would never call a flub
Joy replied he was full of BS
Not the type that does impress
So, he gave her a ten-year grant
For tuition to study ants

Passionate stories did get told
Of odd people in a rocking fold
Living a life never understood
By teachers, preachers and sworn hoods
Joy started spinning all around
Chase found friends in well-lit towns
Now one working laughing at clowns
Gets drunk on books, caps and gowns

Now one working laughing at clowns
Gets drunk on books, caps and gowns
Take lonesome poop
Downplay the scoop ©

Dog

I’ve learned about the ups and downs
The paths that we can go
And found from being my own boss
It’s based on the payload
Others on a handheld journey
Above those down below
Are caught by the traveling sweeps
Of their check it out show

So, in the West and to the East
The winds will hit their mark
Until the chance of showing up
Is blown away in dark
And morning brings another day
For steadfast photo ops
While travelers that can’t sit still
Put us in touch with shots

Castaways, cast away
From a place they called Nod
Castaways, cast away
To a home inside pods
Castaways, cast away
From a place they called Nod
Castaways, cast away
Inside pods

Don’t think of me understanding
Who we have become?
How I may fit into the plans
While they’re on the run
Carried away inside a show
What will bring the sun
Call me windswept Todo
On a web being spun

Castaways, cast away
From a place they called Nod
Castaways, cast away
To a home inside pods
Castaways, cast away
From a place they called Nod
Castaways, cast away
Inside pods

Breakaway, break away
With great Dog! ©

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