THREE FORKS

We were all together,
For a very long, long time,
Then one day it all changes,
For no reason nor no rhyme

But the future beckons to us,
And the ones we held so dear,
Fade away like windswept clouds,
As do our fallen tears

Then suddenly as they left us,
Memories come flooding back,
And the trigger something small,
And the dam begins to crack

And it happened just today,
Doing something so mundane,
That I had to catch my breath,
Because I could not dull the pain

For as I set the table,
It shook me to my core,
I sobbed a silent prayer,
Three forks instead of four

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MUSINGS AT THE MALL

Been walking this mall for 25 years,
Watched the people come and go,
Store fronts closed, businesses dark,
And the roof is starting to bow

I follow the faded, broken signs,
That mark the miles in tenths,
Can’t even attract porn shops here,
With drastically lowered rents

But I get my daily exercise,
While avoiding warps in the floors,
With menacing gangs around me,
Pimping the local crack whores

I used to feel so safe here,
When families were standard fare,
But now it’s one big shit hole,
And pot smoke fills the air

And I get so tired of the comments,
Perpetrators of deicide,
From all the hip-hop wannabes,
Flashing finger signs

I just wanted a peaceful existence,
To enjoy my twilight years,
But it’s all fallen down around me,
And now I live in fear

But I won’t go down silently,
They won’t take my mall away,
To simply walk in solitude,
And no longer feel afraid

Screw all you sonsabitches,
You won’t make me run,
‘Cause underneath my jacket,
I silently caress my gun

FIX

I’ve tried so hard, as hard as I can,
To make what was wrong right,
But we’ve fallen between the crevices,
Of the very dark side of life

And I begged for you to follow me,
And walk hand in hand to the light,
But you balked as happiness beckoned,
And remained in the shadows of life

I can’t repair these broken souls,
Even with mortar and brick,
We’ve failed to even help ourselves,
And that’s something God won’t fix

You’ve said we don’t hold all the cards,
And the dealer uses a slight,
But we’ve gambled on empty promises,
And the dead man’s hand is our life

Our mutual disgust is appalling,
Screaming mightily day and night,
For something we’ve lost within ourselves,
Conveniently blaming this life

We take no responsibility for anything,
Though we hide the needle pricks,
I pray we learn to pray again,
But that’s something God can’t fix


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U2

They're another mindless rock band,
So socially aware,
No thoughts of their own,
And no one really cares

Rich beyond belief,
They're gods to their fans,
They excoriate America,
While hawking their brand

They hate the U.S.A.,
We're stupid, shallow, crass,
But these comic, Celtic zeros
Willingly take our cash

So take your fake refinement,
And all your self-righteous glee,
And we'll burn them in a heap,
Next to your joshua tree


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AMY

If there was a way that I could find you,
After, oh, these many years,
The things that I would tell you,
Would bring us both to tears

If I could hold your hands in mine,
And express what's in my heart,
You'd be amazed by what's been hidden,
Illuminating what's been dark

These emotions still surprise me,
About a woman I briefly knew,
But those few hours we had together,
Made me confront the truth

That love's not measured in minutes,
Nor does it fade like burning coals,
It simply overtakes us,
And forever alters our souls


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JURISPRUDENCE

If I get caught stealing candy from a baby,
If I get caught beating an old man with his cane,
If I get caught stealing flowers from a graveyard,
I hope I get tried in the good ol' U.S.A.

And if all the evidence is stacked against me,
And if they can match my worthless DNA,
And if eyewitnesses say they saw me,
I hope I get tried in the good ol' U.S.A.

'Cause in the U.S.A., hey, facts they don't matter,
Lawyers will give any lie a whirl,
I don't have to worry about no conviction,
'Cause the U.S.A. has the dumbest juries in the world



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WISDOM

I thirsted for knowledge,
I longed to understand,
About the world around me,
Not leaving anything to chance

I packed all my belongings,
And headed for the hills,
To find the Monk of Knowledge,
And screw these self-help shills

I traveled days and nights,
Through rain and sleet and snow,
To the highest mountain,
As far as I could go

I reached the cavern entrance,
Then spied the prophet's lair,
He sat upon a toilet seat,
Stroking greasy, crusty hair

I knelt so low before him,
Exhausted from the trip,
I then worked up the courage,
And these words passed my lips:

"Oh great Font of Foresight,
I left my children and my wife,
So I could finally meet you,
And discover the meaning of my life!"

He looked at me so kindly,
And I'll not soon forget,
The wisdom he imparted,
On his garlic laded breath:

"Oswald shot the President,
Jimmy Hoffa's in concrete,
We didn't land on the moon,
And porn stars have dirty feet."


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