People are so cruel Only the rich and sinful rule Power is a scary thing Anyone not in the know Will be forced to live down below Perfection is a farce Looking for it will drive you mad The world is full

My snake did not hiss He just wanted to eat fish That made him happy Thunder crashes loud Rain hits the tin roof steady Great sleeping weather

Dead in a fiery crash From scratching a nasty rash He was really a nice guy But thing went horribly awry If he wasn't stubborn as a rock He would have seen the doc That's a lesson to you What ever you

Camille was mostly green A regular eating machine But meat she abhorred It was greens she adored Lettuce and kale, broccoli and peas Really anything that is green Her tail she could whip If she thought

Slim, slam, stay calm in a traffic jam. Crack, whack, eat right to prevent a heart attack. Slip, slap, use flares when changing a flat. Crunch, bunch, close your mouth while you munch. Hurl, pearl, wear

Life can be tough. Money, its never enough. It's also too short!

Yippee, it's Friday. Running crazy Saturday. Lazy is Sunday.

Like infomercials? Something must be wrong with you. It's insomnia!

For an old man he is in good shape. Over his apartment door plastic bags he drapes. To say he is a germaphobe would be understated. For anything dirty he has surely hated. For hours and hours he sweeps

What would you do if you had ten minutes to live? Make amends with an estranged relative? Admit all your sins and ask forgiveness from God? Crank up the volume on your I-pod? Call your best friend? Cry

This is a poem I wrote January 3, 1975 when I was 14 years old. I have two cats. They are full of fun. I play with them until the day is done. They look at me with big yellow eyes. Which are usually as

Why did I post some sort of gibberish; to get some thing off of my mind? I don't know what I am doing. I want to post some thing on Facebook, but I have the same problem. Maybe I will put one of my poems