When you live
Inside your mind
Clowns can’t find you
By design

The world will spin
Around your way
Leaving clowns
Nothing to say

Clowns may yell
And scream and shout
They have no idea
What you’re about

he lists side to side 
he drools when he drives
he looks rather odd
his name is hot rod

they say he was king
of a hedge fund thing
then booze took its toll
to the bottom he'd go

men that climb high 
have a tear in their eye
when up at the top 
nowhere but to drop

It still amazes me how famous people crash and burn. Too much and never enough?

Ghost bike
Painted white
Rider down
Died tonight

Ghost bike
Turning right
Didn't see him
Dark at night

Ghost bike
Accident
Tragedy
Sacrament

Skeletons
Line their closet
Their past deeds
Defies all logic

Bats fly high
In their belfry
Makes no sense the
Thoughts they keep

They talk a lot
And say naught
Seek attention
At any cost

Big fat bullies
Weaklings all
No backbone
Their downfall

Loose lips
Sink ships
Give away 
All their tricks

Ghosts will haunt
Their future mind
Meet the devil
Leave mankind

I used to think all of the crazy narcissists out there in the press and internet media had no conscience. I think I was wrong – they do – but it shows in very strange ways. They always give away what they plan on doing (projection) – they make a lot of mistakes (the men always related to sex) – its almost like they know what they are doing is wrong – but they get a rush from it. If you have enough money and you are white – you are above the law.

Even less crazy people – like Bill Gates (connected to Jeffrey Epstein – really????) and Jeff Bezos – left his kind wife, had a mid life crisis of sorts and wants to be in space – beating Elon Musk perhaps? Elon Musk – smoking dope, screwing with Twitter and acting like an adolescent. Then the lunatics – Steve Bannon – fell far from a promising career he had at the start after the Navy – and now looks like a total bloated fat pig. Ghouliani? Elizabeth Holmes – who even dressed like Steve Jobs and had her fake “low voice”. I think Trump just unlocked a pandoras box – or started a competition – where all these [white] rich bastards want to be the next Steve Jobs . . . . and there are so many of them – and they are “captains of industry” and “political power schmoozers”.

My crazy voice in these recent songs are based on my Uncle Glen Bowen – of Bowling Green, Missouri. He would come over and my father and he would drink whiskey and then start bitching about politics, race, etc. They were both conservatives – so as the whiskey poured, so did the curse words. I absolutely loved this as a kid. I had a tape recorder and recorded them – and my brother and sister would imitate them and laugh like crazy. Here’s to you, Uncle Glen an my Dad – if there is heaven I’m sure it has whiskey.

My uncle died far too young – when he was 52, and after Regan my father turned Democrat, which surprised the hell out of me.

What those years did for me was along the lines of Archie Bunker did for me – show me how ignorant conservative Republicans are. They are much worse today. The bar is incredibly low.

It grows by the sidewalk
It grows all over town
A weed they call stupidity
A weed that's all around

Look before crossing
The cars drive very fast
Look up from that smart phone
If you want to last

The world is not your oyster
The truth is not online
If you worship charlatans
You will lose your mind

I'm here today
To address the Nation
Who mentally has been
On vacation

We only have one
Chance to correct
Remove the poisonous
Nasty insects

Just like Jesus
Its time for show
From the temple
The cretins must go

Politicians, pundits
Trumps are thieves
Strewn about
Like noxious weeds

Alas I fear the
Bottled up rage
About to be released
From its rusty cage

Violence now is
Back in fashion
History repeats
Assasinations

I’m remembering the hate in America that led to the two Kennedy MLK and Malcolm X assassinations. Things are bad politically today, and gun violence is worse, but things are mote different than similar.

Some call her a witchy woman
Some call her a divine Goddess
Some call her all day long
Shes TV Evangelists richest

Shes clever and disarming
She has a 501c3
She doesn't pay her taxes
I mean, why would she?

Supreme Food Court has her back
Watch her as she prays
See the Congress on their knees
Replenishing their evil ways

Chorus
Only in the promised land
Reality show gone bad
One Nation Under God
America has gone mad

He's standing there
Without a care
Eating cold refritos
He popped a spring
He heard a ding
The old one armed bandito

You never know
Another man's woes
Until you wear his shoes
His looks alarming
He's downright charming
But he has the blues

His swaggered walk
A limping gate
Shows rusting of his gears
But he trods on
His youth is gone
He tries to hide his fears

Chorus
If you see 
This boyish man
Who has enthusiasm
Please be nice
Said Jesus Christ
His heart is full of passion

Iron Maiden sorceress
We've all endured so much pain
Please give us some good news
Will we ever be sane (again?)

Life has been a garden of evil
Some have done us great harm
Tell us please the tide will turn
Give us a good news shot in the arm

It is said only we can make
Our own self happiness
But there are those out in this world
Who want for all of us much less

Please conjure up something good
To make up for these last few years
Give us hope, peace and happiness
Please remove these rusty tears