Water: For Love of Michigan

Goddamn we need the stuff!
There is not enough in every place.
But Michigan's got it in spades.
Yet there are these parasites
Who SELL us our own water.
We who live in the state of Michigan.
And pay taxes here and belong.

There are these motherfuckers
Who don't belong here.
They make Ice Mountain.
They don't actually make it.
They just steal it and put a label on the bottle.
And act like it's their domain.

This disgusting corporation that exploits us.
This disgusting corporation that raids us.
These carpetbagging scum
Who steal from us and we pay them
For the privilege of paying them.

Don't buy Ice Mountain if you have a conscience.
Especially if you live in this great state.
Don't buy Ice Mountain!
I'm starting a grass roots movement for the digital age. 
This is how to protest in the modern world.

And yes our governor is in bed with them.
That sell-out emasculated prick
With pedigree but no virtue.
That self-serving demagogue asshole
With no morals or ethics.
Who has squeezed out the middle class
Likes old toothpaste in a tube.
And bled the state's resources and crippled our government.


Please God let this prick be plucked.
Please take Rick Snider and put him in a pen.
Please put him where vultures will eat him.
Please let him die naked and alone.\
Let him be shamed, disgraced, and ridiculed.
May his name be spit upon and may he pay for all his crimes.

God let democracy back in to Michigan.
Please let Michigan be proud of its resources.
Please let Michigan be proud of its people.
For love of Michigan and all its blessings.
Amen

'The C word: for D.'

I have mixed feelings about her.
She once said about me that
'Everything I did was for a reason.'
And that was maybe the highest
Compliment anyone ever
Bestowed on me.


But she knew how to manipulate me.
Oh yes she did!
And when she used me to be more than friends
With my friend, and then later said
I was selfish. And said I could not
be with my friends if I would not
Give them gas money, I was hurt and alone.

Then, years later, we became friends again..
And she used me to hook up with my then roommate:
An unusual (yeah that's a good thing)
Fellow. But she was still with the other guy
I hooked her up with previously.
What did I call her again?

Building the perfect chick

She would have the soul of Etta James.
Or yeah Aretha, one o' them classy dames.
Or maybe she would be more pure.
Like Ella. She would be groovy, that's for sure.
She wouldn't have to have a heart of gold.
But she would be a woman on whom they broke the mold.

She'd be pretty and she would know who she was.
But she wouldn't want the cocky studs.
She wouldn't want the blatant phonies.
She would know I got the real cajones.
I'm making art out of fantasy.
But I have to be true to me.

The perfect chick would have a juicy booty.
And when she heard me say that, she wouldn't get all snooty.
The perfect chick would see that I have glamour.
Even though I stare and stammer.
The perfect chick would have intelligence and spirit.
The perfect chick will know my depth when she hears it.

I don't think there is a female that I describe.
The chicks I want just shuck and jive.
I'm tired of being sincere but alone.
I'm better than those fools you cling to though.
You chicks aren't ready for my vision.
You chicks aren't ready for long division.

I'm the dark horse but chicks are afraid to gamble.
They would rather skip the preamble.
And go for the obvious stuff.
Sincerity and depth is just too much.
I can say what I want.
No one is listening
No one gives a fuck.

Redemption

Everybody wants redemption.
Even those who don't believe
Even those who don't deserve.
Maybe God gives redemption
Or maybe redemption is beyond
Even God's purview.

I want to be redeemed.
Not for my sins.
But for my failures.
I want to be redeemed
For not being perfect.
I want to be redeemed
In my own eyes.
My eyes that look too closely.

My eyes that never overlook
A fault or a flaw.
I don't need anyone else to criticize me.
I got that job well in hand.
But I will be redeemed
In this lifetime.
I will be redeemed
Because I believe in me.

Jim  Morrison's Curse

He was too pure. He was too honest.
The world was not ready for his vision.
He was not a saint but he was always true to himself.
Truth is so dangerous. Truth is scary.
Most people cower before truth.
Most people choose to hide the truth in the shadows.
But Jim Morrison brought the darkness to light.

Yeah he was good looking.
Maybe that was his curse.
Maybe that made him feel invincible.
Maybe that made him believe he was a deity.
Maybe that made him feel he could do no wrong.
We all wanted to worship the lizard king!

But the lizard king was vulnerable.
Because he thought the world was ready for the truth.
But the world was far from ready for the truth.
The world shuns the truth.
The world likes pretense.
The world likes illusion.
The world was not ready for Jim Morrison.
Sadly..

Muse

You are my reason for living.
You keep on giving.
You are my destiny and my history.
You are the truth that is a mystery.
I know I make no sense.
But I am heavily blessed.

There is a winding way that winds away
But where it is going I cannot say.
But the destination is where I am heading.
I am ready for my ultimate companion.
I never tire of treading and treading.
Because she is what my soul is demanding.

Right now is the future not the past.
I know that it is meant to last.
The direction is in the cards.
That I cannot discard.
I am certain that I grok.
My soulmate is a lock.

Addiction takes many forms (listen to the Fall)

Addiction takes many forms.
Not just drugs and alcohol.
Not just food and sex.
Some people are addicted to ideas.
Some people are addicted to the truth.
(We're really fucking rare).

I'm addicted to this one band (insert addiction here).
I have to play them all the time.
They have become a kind of parasite.
Or I have become a zombie.
I am a helpless vessel through which the Fall flows.
They burrow into my crevices.
They won't let me go.

I have to hear the Fall often.
I have to hear the Fall and it's a problem.
I have to hear the Fall and everything's alright.
I am in bliss when I am free to not choose
To listen to the Fall.
Listen to the Fall!