Cathy at the Texaco Station
Cathy
Pumping gas to truck and car
With a uniform red and a white star
The gas ain’t free
Everyone has to pay
The oil is bought
By wars fought
And Cathy’s uniform all red
Resemble many shot dead
Solders, women, children too
Very sad but very true
Somewhere an oil CEO
Is snorting his blow
Trying not to care
But all the while aware
In his wicked soul
As his conscience takes its toll
And Cathy
Needs to buy food to sup
So she says happily
Fill her up?
Merry Go Round
Love is a promise we should all keep
Love’s a mystery an ocean deep
Sorry baby that I made you weep
You ain’t the only one losing sleep
I found myself on the merry-go-round
Like a slave to my emotions I was bound
Endless searches but nothing ever found
Take my hand on this merry-go-round
Ain’t no stopping for once life is real
What are the rules I gotta know the deal
Without you I’m empty with you I’m whole
The more I take the less I control
I found myself on the merry-go-round
Like a slave to my emotions I am bound
Endless searches but nothing ever found
Take my hand on this merry-go-round
In the dream I never heard the scream
I’m searching for power to redeem
The climb is without end I see the view
All Earth’s kingdoms are nothing without you
I found myself on the merry-go-round
Like a slave to my emotions I was bound
Endless searches but nothing ever found
Take my hand on this merry-go-round
At the carnival riding on the Ferris wheel
I snook a kiss and a little feel
Decades before I explore my memory
I know the truth and I am far from free
I keep saying tomorrow will be fine
I keep saying that you’ll soon be mine
Between weddings and funerals my dear
The grace of your face fills me with fear
I found myself on the merry-go-round
Like a slave to my emotions I was bound
Endless searches but nothing ever found
Take my hand on this merry-go-round
Your heart will confess yes your mind says no
In endless circles on the race we go
Riding the merry-go-round till life’s done
Riding the merry-go-round never one
I found myself on the merry-go-round
Like a slave to my emotions I was bound
Endless searches but nothing ever found
Take my hand on this merry-go-round
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Defeating Thanos With The Infinity Gauntlet
Thanos mad god of Titan
Saturn’s moon
Evil and diabolical
A harbinger of doom
One day with great regret
Acquired the Infinity Gauntlet
Six gems upon the glove
Time, Space, Mind, Reality, Power, Soul,
It gave the mad god complete control
Over all save Love
Thanos for his beloved Mistress Death
Sought to choke all of life’s breath
All the heroes of planet Earth
Fought to prove their worth
X-Men, Avengers, Defenders
Were simply pretenders
Even the Incredible Hulk
Went to sulk
Thanos smashed them like flies
As he felt the highest of highs
But Adam Warlock
Gave Thanos a shock
And the Silver Surfer true
Did what none other could do
Warlock distracted Thanos in rage
As the Silver Surfer with cosmic power
Turned defeat to victory in that hour
The Infinity Gauntlet was lost I am told
To find it again one must be bold
But the universe will remain whole
Unless it is found by Pip the Troll
The Babies Of Fallujah
Ain’t on glory in war cause its living hell
There’s depleted uranium in the artillery shell
How dare they fight to defend their land
We’ll give them a lesson they’ll understand
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
The babies of Fallujah see them die
Gringo comes to kill never asking why
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
There’s oil a plenty in that desert waste
We got freedom so lets give them a taste
Cowboy junkies addicted to endless war
The United States called Babylon the Whore
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
The babies of Fallujah see them die
Gringo comes to kill never asking why
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
Our favorite pastime is learning how to kill
We say we love Jesus but we don’t do God’s will
Bow down to the golden calf great is our greed
There’s a price to pay so we’ll make you bleed
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
The babies of Fallujah see them die
Gringo comes to kill never asking why
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
And its bombs bombs bombs away
Oh Lord Lucifer it’s a glorious day
And its bombs bombs bombs away
And the babies of Fallujah are the ones to pay
In the rubble of Fallujah so few survive
They give thanks and praise just to be alive
Life goes on but mutated babies are born
See the babies of Fallujah hear the mothers mourn
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
The babies of Fallujah see them die
Gringo comes to kill never asking why
The babies of Fallujah hear them cry
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Four Men from the Hay Market
May 4, 1886: Haymarket Tragedy
Four men
Who defied unjust laws
Four men
Who fought for our cause
Four men
Condemned to die
The damning testimony
From witnesses being paid to lie
Four men
Hoods over their head
Four men
Soon to be dead
Four men
From the gallows an angry word
If your listen real hard
Their voices can be heard
Albert Parsons
August Spies
Adolph Fischer
George Engel
Four men like you and I
Truth be said
The rich men are glad they are dead
As is the state
Full of contempt and hate
But that truth I deny
George Engel
Adolph Fischer
August Spies
Albert Parsons
Four men
They are alive and well
Four men their story we tell
Four men
Slaughtered in an angry rage
Will live into every age
They are alive upon this page
The battle for a just Earth
The fight for what is right
No matter how we suffer or hurt
We won’t bow down to their might
I curse you cowards hiding behind a wall
I curse you cowards seeking to take it all
Your evil dreams and wicked schemes
Are not as powerful as it seems
For men will fight be they great or small
And we shall answer
To those four men who still call
This is the message that we hear
Resonating eternally clear
We are not slaves but forever free
And we have a right to live decently
Four men who fought for all men
Let the battle rage once again
What do we have to lose but our pain
And everything to gain
For Deyshia Hargrave
I am the chronicler of our
time
Deyshia Hargrave
You had best behave
Let me tell you of her crime
She wasn’t chewing bubble gum
That would have been glum
There was no teasing at all
Or wandering without a pass
in the hall
Not a single vicious spitball
was cast
Still her transgression was
vast
Deyshia simply spoke her mind
To those in authority
But the bosses weren’t so
kind
And in the Land of The Free
She was evicted from the room
Deyshia left voluntarily
But once outside the assembly
The marshal laid down the
boom
Handcuffing Deyshia Hargrave
As if she was some wayward
slave
She protested
To be molested
Then arrested
So the moral of the story
With all the unwanted glory
Teachers be smart and wise
Organize, organize, organize
One thing that you lack
Watch one another’s back
Poet to the Poor
Who will be the poet to the poor
For the abused, used, confused
Who aren't even aware
They have a hope and a prayer
Who will be the poet to the poor
Rich man's writer is but a whore
Producing propaganda for war
Or marketing merchandise to sell more
Who will be the poet to the poor
It's what these words are for
