For Bonnie

She lightens up a room.
Like a funky party to a tomb.
Her laugh is pure joy.
And goes ba boom ba boom ba boom.
She's more cool than hip.
And when she let it slip
That she'd never seen the Simpsons,
My face turned crimson.

Bonnie is a treasure
Of a value I can't measure.
She is one of my favorite souls.
Since she left, I don't feel whole.
True, she just went to another firm.
But her kind of heart is hard to earn.
Bonnie we all love you.
There is no one above you.

You swooped down like an angel.
And I feel my breath's been taken.
You're a funny sort of woman.
Who loathes peanut butter and bacon.
For sure you are a strange one.
But I love your every quirk.
And your sly knowing smirk
That makes us all feel we're jerks.

You're a tender loving hooligan.
Makes me need to go to school again.
Learn my ABC's and my 123's.
Sweet sweet Bonnie, you're the bee's knees.
You took our hearts, easy as you please.
Now that you're gone, the whole world can go f-reeze.
I hope these words will make you swoon.
Because we need you back and we need you soon.

There is so much chaos

There is so much chaos.
All is confusion.
Is this the end?
Or just a really bad bruising?
Hatred reigns. Here comes pain.

Our president thinks we
Should not have too many residents.
But we used to say we were the great melting pot.
Of our indigenous people, there are not a lot.
We pretty much took everything they got.

There is still goodness in human beings.
I will believe it till I take my last breath.
But compared to humans, animals are blameless.
And it is only humans who are
Accelerating the Earth's death.

I don't know which fire
Do we put out first.
The believers who are full of hate.
Or the dreamers who believe in fate.
Which of them is worst?

 For David Pickett II

This is a week that couldn't have been scripted.
I need my heart to be lifted.
I don't know what the next day holds.
I will try to take it as it unfolds.
But I am starting to suspect
That the plot is full of holes.

We are all coping with a terrible loss.
And it is taking such a great cost.
My sadness is so deep.
And the fall is so steep.
The only thing I can do
Is write it out in black and blue.

David Pickett is dead.
Did you hear what I said?
God I loved that guy!
The look of love was in his eye.
He didn't have a selfish gene.
And he didn't have a bone of mean.

Everyone who loved him
Wishes we could have him back.
Even for a week, even for a day.
Whatever debts he owed,
He more than paid.
Even if he sometimes strayed.

Goddamn he was a great guy!
I hope the pain is less tomorrow.
And the hurt and the sorrow.
He just went way too soon.
Up in heaven they will
Surely make room.

For David Pickett

I'm still reeling.
I've lost all feeling.
I tried to listen to a song.
But they all felt wrong.
Every thought in my head
Was about David Pickett being dead.

Only twenty one years young.
His song barely sung.
He had such a glow.
So much warmth.
His heart so big.
Why did he have to go?

Smile like a cat, looking for mischief.
I've got nine lives, he told Bonnie
One more life, what's the difference?
He had so much to live for.
His deep love for his son
Was his deliverance!

We knew him. We loved him.
I can't believe he is gone.
No words can convey
All the sweetness in him.
He suffered so much.
And he had no crutch.

God why did you take him?
When his fortunes were about to turn.
And he still had so much to learn!
This is one of those mysteries
That tests our faith and causes such misery.
Our only comfort being:
He can suffer no more pain on this Earth.
But what is that knowledge really worth?

 It's all coming up green

It's all coming up green.
We're an awesome team.
We are a pack of wolves.
We are dynamite.

We are going to explode.
We are ready to  unload.
There is no one we can't beat.
Everyone else is meat.

We are united in our vision.
We are on a mission.
To defeat the odds.
Make them all clods.

I speak of my brothers.
Together we are unstoppable.
Without them I am not whole.
With them I am untoppable.

We are a pack of wolves.
In symbiotic rhythm.
Everything one has is already given
To his fellow.

I am blessed to be in the pack.
I know every one of them has my back.
We are making the future our bitch.
We got a special pitch.