Left for dead in the right turn lane
Train pulls its payload of waste
Snakes in the sugar and aspartame dreams
Kung Pao Chicken, seasoned to taste.
Clamshell container, red with residue
Styrofoam squeaks in pain.
Give the devil his due, this food’s for my belly
But this liquor maintains my brain.
The lacquer I lay on it stains it
It’s varnished a golden brown hue.
I paint on 3 coats of old Jameson
To forget and to remember you.
Embers and ashes, I poke at the wood
the home fire’s all burned through.
The bed is cold, pantry is empty.
The woes of my world have accrued.
Compound interest; I’d be a rich man
If pain loss and death were pennies.
I found you like religion, lost you like sin,
Consolations? I haven’t found any.
Freddy Flow 
Maybe if you weren’t tying up the line chatting with the producers of Hollywood Squares, Beck would be able to get through to you.
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Thanks, I love Beck! Although I think my lyrics are somewhat less allusive (elusive) than his. “Got a devil’s haircut, in my mind” comes to mind…
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I miss my son when he’s off in far away lands playing poker, and I miss the music he has occasionally turns me onto…he’ll be back eventually, in the meantime, I’ll comment back and forth with you young whippersnappers online.
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Whippersnapper? thanks, but I’m more of a snapperwhipper…
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This poem refreshes me and yet at the same time makes me very thirsty, and it’s only noon.
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Must be the MSG in the Kung Pao Chicken… You need an MGD for the MSG.
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I gave it an “excellent.”
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Excellent! Thanks, man…
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