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The Sellout: brag

Published on April 23, 2025

It’s hard to explain, but here’s living proof:
he’s the piped piper pumping undisputed truth,
a loud clarion shout to disenfranchised youth,
wrapped up head to toe in a bright angel suit.

It doesn’t make much sense, but then again, what does?
You never see the bees, but you can hear the buzz:
there’s no real use for reason, just believe because
it’s the way to get along, and everybody does.

Either life or destruction, doesn’t matter much,
when you can turn into gold everything you touch;
morality is just an inconvenient crutch.
Set it on automatic, you don’t need no clutch.

We’re all really flying, thanks to magic wings;
and parachutes, we don’t need them stupid things!
Who knows what the future or tomorrow brings?
Who cares, it’s a miracle each time he sings.

He’s the master of disaster, the true overlord,
who promises the life we want and can afford.
You won’t get left behind or be the least bit bored;
and those who disagree, in prison or ignored.

It’s hard to explain, but this is what you get:
and it’s too late for apologies. Have no regret.
The best part ain’t even started happening yet;
just keep your eyes on his channel on your TV set.

23 APR 2025

She Saved Me: brag

Published on January 23, 2017

If she don’t know it, it ain’t worth knowing;
all my good ideas, she had when she was still growing;
the movie of my life, she saw the preview showing;
she was up winning my race before I started rowing.

If she ain’t there, there ain’t no sense in going;
she was swimming upstream before the current was flowing;
there was no wind in my sails until she started blowing;
and no light in my darkness before she was glowing.

If she can’t tell it, it ain’t worth hearing;
I was afraid of the dark until she cured my fearing,
and wandered lost in the woods until she made a clearing,
in the middle of nowhere until she was nearing.

If she ain’t it, then there ain’t nothing to it;
until she gave me a chance, you know I just blew it;
I had no good ideas until she said she knew it;
and without her there’s no chance I’d ever get through it.

If she don’t speak, I don’t hear nothing;
until she blesses my cards, the best I’ll do is bluffing;
without her smooth and soft, the best I’ll do is roughing;
’cause I’m an empty shell unless she adds the stuffing.

If she don’t know it, it ain’t worth thinking;
unless she’s clears it up, it’s muddy water I’m drinking;
she’s got the only key to my chains that keep clinking;
if she don’t come onboard, my ship is already sinking.

23 JAN 2017

The Swinger: a brag

Published on November 19, 2010

Supercalifreakylicious:
half the carbs, and still nutritious.
You’ll use all of your three wishes
tryin’ to front like you’re still vicious
in the kitchen doing dishes,
making coffee for the missus –
don’t you even try to dis’ this,
you’ll be swimmin’ with the fishes.

Extradociouscalifunky:
half your life spent kicking monkeys;
now you’re someone else’s flunky –
don’t you even try to punk me.
I’ve got moves that outflank crunky,
demolition derby junky —
got the style that’s never clunky
in both smooth and super chunky.

Freakidikisupranova:
You’ll cry when the party’s over;
knee-deep now, but not in clover,
once you come back as Red Rover.
I ain’t trying to lord it over
but you’re grumbling now, like Grover.
Your flag, like the cliffs of Dover;
out the way, come on, move over.

Superdupercalidotion:
put away your foolish notions;
like the power of the ocean
in a medicated lotion,
I will set my mind in motion
and flood all your land of Goshen.
No use starting a commotion —
I’ll be getting your promotion.

Supercalifreakylinger:
No, don’t even lift a finger;
what small hope of yours still lingers?
Can’t you hear the round bell ringer
Tolling for you, the death bringer?
Look out, here comes the big stinger:
I’m the song AND yeah, the singer;
The swang is swung, and I’m the swinger.

19 NOV 2010

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The Sellout: brag

She Saved Me: brag

The Swinger: a brag