OK MOM

My Mom,

She's Cool, she has broken all the Golden Rules.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you...

By the way, remember, you can always get screwed.

She has given and gave, Has been there, unforbade...

Upstanding and true, morals that were instilled,

Not only in me, but also to you...

My mom, she's given more than can be gave...

She's loved more than most, God help us. Let us be saved...

Let's see, Adam and Eve, Eve, gave just a rib, so they say,

What Adam gave, now they're running about,

They call themselves gay...

What a mom I have, the beautiful Earth,

The Mother (Fucker) of a whole Hell of a lot

of unwanted child birth...

Now, let us get back to the truth...

Mom sits there awaiting the arrival of her Sibling Youth...

How patient that is, how faithful the love...

A younger sister, an undying love.

Oh yes, we will wait

until Ralph gets his Chaffe,

from sitting on his butt,

what an unyielding ass.

AND YET ANOTHER POEM BY TOUPE RED

As the boy began...

There was a start - there was something...

As in the beginning, so shall it be in the end...

My life began on a November morning relegated to the time slot of approximately 11:00 am.

And thus was I born, and thus shall I begin:

Rudimentary,

what a term that is.

Anyway, I grew a little, was fed.

I played, I laughed, Oh, how enjoyable simple things have been.

In the sandbox of life - what a way to start an unmolded life...

Lets see, Kennedy, yea he died all right, right there on TV, larger than life.

Martin Luther, baby, he stood for things that were unfolding - in a generation that was starting and molding...

Vietnam, we saw it on the tube.

How unwilling, so unbelievable, but oh so how real and true...

Sometimes I sit down and just think

How selfish and rude.

I think of things that are simple and good,

How unthinkable things have become, are we lost in the wood?

I had some fun, Amen, Y'all, it is true...

There are a few things I've done - God rest my soul, all are not true.

A whirlwind, a storm, a panic of the soul, Ah, that surely is Life - it has a way of taking its Toll.

A simple thought with no one to share...

A brief moment in time when only one was there.

Yourself, so it seems, not always aware...

From beginning to end - we will always be there...

Belligerent and nasty, it gets the job done - The only way to do it is to be a little mean, and know when to succumb.

Otherwise, honey, we'll all end up NUMB!!

Intertwined in thoughts and dreams,

it is easy to get lost along the way...

That is about all I have got to say!

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