I started this one, but like many things I start I never finish. Usually due to lack of inspiration or I don't feel it's going anywhere. Here's a case where I thought in retrospect that it could end where I gave up on it. One note, I am using the European term for a cell phone.
There's a hole in the ground where I'm standing
Oh crap, I must be falling
better be calling
someone on my mobile phone
Isn't anybody home ?
HELLO...Damn, no reception
can't make a connection
As far as I can tell
I'm going straight to hell
I wish I had a parachute
Monday, October 29, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
THE BUTCHERS BOY
Here's a tale about a young individual who takes some traumatic events and turns it into something positive. In fact he is quite the entrepreneur. I do love a success story.
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with a cleaver
Chopped up his mother
Because she wouldn't let him leave her
Kept her head in a box
and the rest in the freezer
If he's feeling peckish
he might even eat her
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with a knife
When daddy came home from work
he took his unsuspecting life
What a mess he made
Blood in every nook and cranny
But he cleaned it with some bleach
before calling up his granny
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with his hands
Cooked his sister a gourmet meal
fresh meat in the frying pan
Sweet and tender it falls off the bone
quite an exquisite flavor
Taste like chicken a family recipe
it lingers long enough to savor
Did you hear about the bucthers boy
He bought a greasy spoon
Business is killing
and it's not even noon
He is making his way
through the family tree
But once the blood ties run dry
he'll start on you and me
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with a cleaver
Chopped up his mother
Because she wouldn't let him leave her
Kept her head in a box
and the rest in the freezer
If he's feeling peckish
he might even eat her
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with a knife
When daddy came home from work
he took his unsuspecting life
What a mess he made
Blood in every nook and cranny
But he cleaned it with some bleach
before calling up his granny
Did you hear about the butchers boy
so good with his hands
Cooked his sister a gourmet meal
fresh meat in the frying pan
Sweet and tender it falls off the bone
quite an exquisite flavor
Taste like chicken a family recipe
it lingers long enough to savor
Did you hear about the bucthers boy
He bought a greasy spoon
Business is killing
and it's not even noon
He is making his way
through the family tree
But once the blood ties run dry
he'll start on you and me
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