Frisky Whiskey

Sip Sip, drip drip, you dropped your bib silly kid

Trying to be an adult will give you a jolt

Your ass is on the couch being a slouch

Oops, I forgot you’re a louse

A parasite always out of sight hiding from daylight

I’m not here to be polite while I’m surrounded by light

No double down downy will clear your air

Take a glare, stare, I’ll make you shit your underwear

Poof you disappeared.

Balls to the walls, your now hanging on the wall

Frisky whiskey—-OH how you get people Tipsy

Little sissy on the tizzy doing the dizzy



I don’t give a dam

Back that ass to the damn to fill the hole you little mole

Don’t scroll while you roll

I’m in your skull and you are DULL.

Let me get you some never-dull

Shine your skull you troll and pay the fucking TOLL


That was fun. Always stay creative.


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Little Drum

Living life under the scope, like a dope, let me give you some rope,

Tie it to the boat and use your ass as chum, while I beat the drums

Gurgle, Gurgle, did you forget to take off your girdle.

On the horizon, not Verizon, no disguising, time for some cannibalizing

Wait a shark in the midst. Oh Now yah done messed with the nest

This is not test you done messed with the blessed

Are you having fun, bowing to the sun as you’re under the gun

Dum-de-de-dum, as I beat my drums.

You wanna plop about like a trout

Splish- splash sprayed your ass with a dash of class

Crying, dying, trying my name, but your to blame

Can you handle the candle from the scandal, as I turn your shame into fame as you trying to explain the pain as I watch you burn in flames

My Squadron is on attack, so you better watch yah back little sap, because yah about to get zapped, slapped, and cracked by the feel of my bat, as you roll- listening to the sound of the back crack

Diddle- de- diddle- dum

I rolled your ass off my drum and made you chum

Now I’m done, how about the spin on that spun

Booohaaaa- hoooooraaaaaa –gonna- get- yaaaahhh

Tick Tock Spock is on the clock, so you think you have the drop while your buried in a cement block.



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Fun in the sun

It needed have been done.

Get your hands in the air.

That’s not air, that trail has you under a spell

You better just ring that bell

Don’t be scared, is that shit in the underwear

Is it what you thought it was? Can I have applause, while you look appalled, curled up in a ball; as I eat pork roll

Given a fuc* like a bug, all snug in the rug, your about to be rung, because this is not done

A dog eating a milk bone, waiting on the phone, ring- ring that was just your spleen that was just screened

Fluffy cat licking its paws raw, from the jig sawed bird with the last song it just heard

Where’s the key for the limousine, get another magazine

Pop -Pop Spock has the Glock and the clock just stopped its tick tock

Just slip it

Spit it

Clap. Clap put it back on the rack, before you get slapped, smacked or jacked

Steal the real; tell your friends my shit on the reel

I just don’t give a fuck!

See me on the street I’m just bobbing to the beat.

Defeat just put you to sleep.



That was fun. Always stay creative.

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Teardrops Of Salt

OH’ Teary eyes

Please watch my soul

Please watch my families souls

Should our sky fill with ashes and this is the end

Please do not pretend Oh father

There I wait upon the horizon

Oceans Smells, Swells upon swells, watching the seagull flocks from the docks

Set me adrift with the pitch of the winds

Spin and spin the turbine begins


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The Brain Chain


Brain drain training the brain

The sprocket launched like a rocket where’s Mr. Crockett

Miami has the naughty and nice screaming for advice

Socket in my pocket turning the gears, while pouring out the years of tears

Tired and perspired

Still on fire with desire

Passion, compassion, need expansion

The dove of love fly’s the sky and while never in disguise- love is the prize

Don’t be an dick is what I hear being spit off the lip

10 times- 20 times- 30 times- it’s my time, so I’ll spend the dime to chime, because I’m going to rhyme- 1 time- 2 times- 3 times – I’ll still shine for I am always moving forward in time.

Stand in line-it’s my time- so don’t cross the line of my design

Train the brain with pain if you’re locked in chains- it’s not insane or in vain- to break the chain

Don’t be the chain locking my brain or I’ll torch and scorch the link and watch it sink


It’s that time for getting the juices flowing.  See you in the next post.

Fire within

My head is pounding as if someone slammed a door into my face, a red hot needle pushing its way underneath my eyeballs and looping back around to just go through the center of my pupil for fun. So, as my eyes are bleeding with fire, my head is pulsating around like a baseball pitch machine that just keeps on shooting and hitting the wall, because the bat already broke over my skull. Shall we continue and consider the amplified sounds?  Take something simple as water running out of the faucet or someone typing on a keyboard; well those two things just became a concert in full swing roaring in your ears, on top of the aforementioned minor irritations.

Let’s move on to the lights and how everything seems to GLARE like a spotlight in your face. Hello, hell. The good stuff is next; everything spins like a bad hangover.  However, this is not a hangover, but a pulsating nightmare, one in which you want to just have someone knock you the hell out. I guess one could be creative and say everything is a 10x rule as Grant Cardone’s book expresses – i.e., give it your all and go big 10 times more than you would normally. Well, my readers, migraines are no picnic; these are lovely experiences I get to have at least three times a week; however, through all the loveliness, I still go through my day as any other.  After all, migraines are a common element in my life.

Does this sound like a fun ride? Did I mention how irritable one gets with these head pulsating, kill-me-now beams of fire shooting through my skull like a particle collider trying to locate dark matter or the spark of life? The throwing up, nauseating dry heaves where your stomach is coming out of your throat and ears is a constant in my life.  Anyway, those who have had migraines will understand; to those who never had the privilege of this experience even once, be grateful. The song from one of my all-time favorite singers, Bruce Springsteen, comes to mind when I have a migraine and it sometimes helps (Bruce Springsteen-I’m on Fire). Oh, one last detail about migraines (besides the fact that they suck) is the hot and cold sweats and even better the skin is so sensitive to touch that if you take a shower in cold water it feels like you’re boiling like a god damn lobster. There are a few more beautiful things that are associated with having a migraine, but I think you get the gist of it. So, if you are ever around individuals who have a migraine try to understand they are in a world of hurt.   I deal with that crap regularly and still maintain a basically normal life.

See you in the next post!