To the Tune , “goodbye Stranger” SuperTramp – I haven’t sat to vet this to work to the meter given in the original tune, just to be hold a thought. – I comes about specifically because someone jogged my notions discussing health…Heath.baar…ooo no, HEALTH….anyways
it was a fasting lab result worth questioning – the numbers sing the wrong song
you might want to change your ways before you conk out in not so long
but mmm at that castle and how bright at D’ queen my joy shown!
no more see food eat food diet sucker it’s restrictions! from now on
so I tried this powder and that miracle goop
heck tried even abstinence for one day. but the issues had taken root
my gut digesting stones and whoopee whee it’s not special it’s a chain!
something sweet after a twenty sank in a ocean of gravy
I will go on dining hoping for something “new!”
Thank god for blindness as within mirrors I needn’t rue
skip the manger, oo egg fried rice, a triple bourbon shall suffice
tried but can’t see my shoes – crispy Creamey Donuts over a coffee on the loo
good times maybe or some other sinful shame
burp so i don’t wallow within gas’ pain bourbon just a swallow! woo! no pain.
belly jello motions – hello dairy? oh vegan for me- -religion again!
appointments POTIONS – will i ever? diet enjoyment free – sin again?
so I need more lotion – oh what bliss! LARD AWAY!! ketchup again!
so my requires two cushions! exercise tomorrow! yes. hey hey! meal deal me again!
good times maybe? jalepeno bacon baby! hello gout again and again.
I was rereading how Gordon Lightfoot came to a signature tune of his, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” wherein I caught perhaps! someone thinking I was clueless that it was a historic occurrence! when I said it came about because of an article.
“With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty…”
(that actual article)
(and just in case you, care to see timing and facts? via Wikipedia – which settles all bets… https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wreck_of_the_Edmund_Fitzgerald)
I’m reminded of an old poem I put out when I had to fulfill a ‘scavenger hunt” of the old xanga.com times there lol about how I had to include a real occurrence and what all so I remembered a big sound…ooo two locomotive colliding melting the support of a highway bridge which collapsed, it largely didn’t make the news as it occurred during end of day dinner and everyone was like – I don’t CARE! I’m going HOME. I researched the truth including the paper mention, couldn’t get one of the locals but a minor mention of the body count in the new york times and the ntsb report on the incident which I though useful and inspirational sorta 🙂 I find amusing even if I’m not the lightfoot of song or quite the josh of just the right poetic words, laughs out loud here.
picture from: wacohistoryproject.org
There, the altar Hope
shells and five more souls
purified from life
Just before sunset
one gravel mover
close to clear sailing
put tthe hammer down
here comes hell’s sunshine
This ain’t no special
we are so scheduled
We’re the ev’nin freight
we’ll make our next break
heaven equals three
Is it worth one more?
to be pencil pushed?
one more wagged finger?
toasted s’mores roadside?
a trainer’s punchline?
coffee and doughnut
Your lives tossed asside
too few fucking died.
You dropped the highway
called for over-time
made my biggest sound
made rushing a sin
Bet you’d rather life
Guess what Blue Collars?
You suspected knives
“ain’t my fault!” hollers
You made New York Times
Sev’n fourty pee em
Around a blind curve
you said, “c’mon baby,
grab hold LOCK&SQUEAL”
it took all you had.
(4.16.11 “I_Once_was” – a Xanga.com instance of ME)
(I cant guarantee the links still work)