Greetings and Salutations

 

Greetings and Salutations
It's just one last ditch effort
at Human communication
I keep meaning to put in for
my vacation
I keep feeling a good vibration...

So I thought it would be alright
if I sent out a kite
A message in a bottle
A foot on the throttle...

I drove by the border
where your army crossed
I waved a white flag
My weapon I tossed
My lines over run
All my hope lost

Can't we just bury the
hatchet?
If love is a fever can't we just
catch it?
Can't we just meet in the park
picnic basket?
It's so tight on you...
can't I unclasp it?

I wish you well and all the best
Just had to get this off my chest
It's just one last ditch effort at
Human communication...
Been on the wagon 10 years can I get
an ovation?
Sadly all I get is hating.
All I been is placating...
Politiking playing PlayStation...
having elations...
and wild relations...
Why you always gotta be hesitating?
Be a big girl stop with
all the snaking...
It's only gonna lead to
dinner with satan...
My oh my all this consternation...

You didn't think it would end this way
All your miss-behaving...
Lies done caught up and no where left to run
God won't have you in Heaven...
Sends you to me in Hell..
To have my fun...

The Land Of Broken Toys

 

Some no longer turned on
Others were just a passing fad
A drought hit the cabbage patch
After all the kids went mad…
Some would still wind up…
But had lost their path…

There were a few who lost wheels
More than a few were wheelchair bound
They look back and lament
At how they were used
when functional…
The way the time was spent…

Some of the toys were costly
they came with charges like
upkeep, care, and rent…
Only to be cursed, abandoned, deemed
worthless…
and castoff not another precious penny
spent…

They eventually found themselves here
in a land of sorrow
The land of broken toys
Where they no longer produced joy
&
there is no tomorrow
As such they were no longer begged for...
stolen...
or borrowed…