Toy Soldiers

The big kids sit their toy soldiers down,
Down in formation style,
And they pretend to engage in war
Without even putting up a fight.
And these kids, well, they're just kids,
But their actions speak ever louder than words.
You see, killing innocent people as justice
Is really simply just a farce.
Tinkered lives ain't like tinker toys.

These soldiers will die heroes' deaths,
To that, there can be no doubt.
They'll have gone through the meatgrinder
Suggested in that movie, "Hamburger Hill."
Yet, they are pawns in the hands of kids;
Toy soldiers is what they are.
They will die for their country
Long before their country will die for them.

I raise my glass to those toy soldiers,
Heroes, afore mentioned, they be.
They make my life here possible
And this, the land of the free.
They're just men playing off the big boys' agendas,
Screw the "calmer heads will prevail."
Just men doing the boys' bidding,
Paying forward without receiving back.

Pussy Cat

Oh pussy cat, how I desire you,
How I am flattered by your interest in me.
Oh pussy cat, it's pie in the sky,
Sugar glazed, oh, so much more.
That and so much more.

You are really so very appealing to me.
You'll never realize what you're doing for me.
Oh pussy cat, I am amazed by you.
I'm fixated by your startling beauty, your smile.
Baby, I don't want you to ever let me down.
Just hear me out. Just let me in.

Oh pussy cat, I'm high as a kite,
Flushed with a smile stretched a mile.
Oh pussy cat, oh, and your sultry looks,
Just seem to raise the little man up from me.
I feel more like a man when you are there,
Emboldened, a priceless thing.
Oh pussy cat, what I feel for you is priceless,
So don't let that go away.

Pussy cat, girl in the wings,
Girl who definitely intrigues me,
A powerful attraction grasps us both.
Oh pussy cat, oh mama mia,
I seek your love and your passion,
I don't know what I'll do without you.
The time, place, girl, is now,
For you and I to engage
In the spiritual dance of our lives.
Oh pussy cat, pussy cat, the time's now.

Symphony

Strolling along the beach,
I come across a sea shell.
So interesting is its texture.
I stroke it. Kind of feels like glass,
But at the same time, a hard silk.
I put the hole of the sea shell
To my right ear so I can listen.
Sounds like the ocean's waves
Pounding the sides of the cliff and shoreline
Over yonder way.
The first thing I thought,
And this was my biggest impression,
"This sounds like a symphony."
How appropriate, for the surroundings
Soothe the senses much like
The strings of a violin singing
To our hearts' content.
Sea gulls fly every which way,
In no apparent order.
Thus, life is one big symphony,
And we live in one big concert hall.

Revolution

Lord, how the times go by.
It's been so long, I could cry.
I don't need to mention the pain, you see,
For it is simply written all over me.

I've been separated from my lass so long,
So long, God, it should be wrong.
Now, I've been loyal to you, my lord,
But now I'm starting to feel anger toward
You. Yes, you.

God, you've made me regret the past three years,
And I've shed many tears.
I'm out for vengeance, for retribution.
Hell, perhaps I'll start a revolution.

I've got to make amends for the pain in my life,
Because she was good, she could've been my wife.
I had to lose it all in my head,
Then confined to my bed.
Why couldn't you be nice to me, dear Lord?
There never was between us any accord
To divide the lady and me.
You just couldn't let it be.

Oversexed Girl

She's a free spirit, to that no one can deny,
Flying high, like a kite in the sky.
Sunglasses, chomping on some of Wrigley's finest,
Driving a Corvette, only the best.
Oh, wouldn't you like to get a piece of that, perhaps a breast,
With your stick so big and fat?
Her hair's on fire for you, her head of curl,
Her body divine, that oversexed girl.

Walk up to her, my man. She won't bite.
You know you can. You've got the might.
That kinky piece of ass is almost enough to make me blush,
And I howled once upon a time until Ma told to hush.
There ain't nothing finer than a little suckle from her source,
And I have certainly licked up like calves, or a horse.
Give her a chance, and she'll take you for a ride, a spin, a whirl,
Her sexiness divine, that oversexed girl.

French Lullaby

I traverse across the Atlantic with you, my darling,
To France, to my chateau in the countryside.
There, we may have the finest champagne,
Symbolizing all we hold dear together,
And drink the nights away 'til we're silly,
And wake up,with you confined in my arms.
Thus, we here have the beginnings
Of a sweet French lullaby.

Later, I'll sit down at this old antique piano,
Play you a tune to seduce you wild.
Memories of times past mingle with the present,
And we revel in the sweet sounds of notes,
Notes just resonating through the air.
We sing and sing and sing along
To this sweet French lullaby.

And it is to this sweet French lullaby
I give to you my love, chere.
It really shouldn't take too awfully long
To convey the message to you.
Darling, just remember one thing,
This one simple thing true:
I love you, my morning sunrise,
This lullaby is all about you.

Why Can't Everyday Be Spring?

I simply cannot understand why,
What for other than that which given
To me before you, you see.
Why can't everyday be spring,
With baseballs flying every which way
Up and down, my friend?
The birds are calling me in a way
Only Emerson and Thoreau could explain,
The entropy, the mayhem that reigns madness
Yet is so very beautiful...madness is gladness.

Why can't everyday be spring,
The creator of all things you see before you?
Mother may take credit for me,
But I know better; something took me under its wing,
A spirit of creativity, could be the muses.
It's the season of love, a season of sharing,
A season of reproduction in all its grandeur,
But only God's perfect,
And that leaves us questioning, "Why?"
And Derek Jeter has to wait until next spring.

Country Comes to Town

I grew up in the land of hillbillies
In the foothills of Tennessee.
I decided to travel, and it gave me the willies,
That place, the big city.
Perhaps the city is just to complicated
For this country boy come to town,
And yet, there is something about it that makes me elated
As I continue to go downtown.

A walk through the city arboretum,
Smelling the shruberies blossomed,
Then, it's off to the bar for some fun,
Oh believe me, more than one beer and done.
I stagger out of the bar, look up high,
What do I find but glass behemoths touching the sky.
I never saw anything higher than a windmill;
I'm having a hard time believing this is real.

I journey down the dark side of town,
Women of ill-repute tempt this country boy silly,
And I guess I'll just have to get down,
Get down, boogey with this filly.
I never got this on the farm,
This ain't no pond, but a lake with plenty o' fish.
Some people are saying I should be filled with alarm,
But I gleefully reply, "This is my wish."

And now it's time to go back home,
A little more worldly, certainly with a smile.
So gee, this must've been what it was like in Rome,
I've walked in their footsteps something like a mile.
I liked the city, yes indeed,
There can be no question about that.
But despite all one can feed,
I'd rather be in the country pat.