~~~Goo Two~~~Return to the parallel U-N-I Verse (The male version)
Lugubrious I - (The Prophecy)
Hey you?
(Aphrodite, if you please.)
May I do a parallel poem with yee, I mean you?
For I am a bad boy Pluto,
Down hare in HadesLand,
Locked out by that old buzzard that holds the deed on thoht,
A great gulf to block Reels of Tease
Like the thorny rose bush on Juliet's balcony,
I must use a cell phone to make love. Can you hear me, now?
(I will speak quickly before I catch Cancer!)
Come back from yawn dream of far away,
And recall the day with me,
While out making wishes in purple dishes,
I stumbled onto a long lost GURU,
With GUI hands and URL's for eyes,
Clinging to a fence trying to make airplanes levitate
Remember the day that Thor made Sugar,
The week that Jupiter made rice?
Rice-a-Ronnie and C&H,
May not sound so good for lunch,
But take apart their jingles,
Mix into a whipped mushy goo,
And add a few crunched Pringles,
You will have the newest blends of Jerry and Ben's,
With Nabisco secrets that makes those little Elves screwy,
A dash of magic, a spoon of sprinkles,
A prophet of Love to balance the O and dot calm the eye,
Her mom will name her Amy and her dad will call her Poo.
Excuse my silly verse,
It's part of my creative curse, (Yes, I know your opinion on tortured artists.)
I could have been in politics but I'm not a terminator,
I could have been an Astronaut but I'm afraid of heights,
So when there is nothing on T.V. (like that since 93), I writes.
A story for the heart and mind,
A little fame and glory,
A story for the kids to think,
For the lost to see the road,
Sometime I write them good as gold,
Sometimes they really stink,
But every time I writes them,
They get spell checked by spoiled brats and Tink!
Now you can return,
To your fated jour,
Making Love
Making Love
Making Love
Making Love
Over there, in the parallel U-N-I-Verse
Lugubrious II - (Drugged in the Desert by a burning Man)
The rainy season has begun,
Dark forces from the Western seas besiege me daily
The Light of Love has gone mad,
And it drives me deeper into the unknown, the unwanted, the un-fun,
The un-dirt-wear drawer of the Anti-Laugher,
I, I, I feel S.A.D.. Veryy, veryy, S. A. D.
What mysterious disease have I swallowed?
Can this be a virus attack from terrorist living in the mountains?
(Or is she trying to get into my pants?)
I stared at the Sun behind the clouds,
Ate some chili, thoht of ACE, and farted,
I miss him so. Hi ACE! Want some chili?
I fell asleep in my clothes and went into the Astro sprit realm,
I came upon a Wal-Mart store decorated with Silver bells in the windows,
And a 20% off sale on Nike,
I stepped in to find a place to dream with the Scene Stealer.
Lugubrious III - (The Virgin-Gin-n-Tonic-Raggie-Anne)
Dum da da dum da da dum dum
Dum da da dum dum dum
Those Cartwrights! Exclaimed the GURU.
Did you know Little Jo was a womanizer and Hoss was afraid of girls and Adam got it on a regular basis?
No, I didn't. What about it?
Because the dad (I forget his name?) We'll call him LG for now.
Anyway, LG was very upset that he had to live with his three sons that were in their 40's.
He had several ladies lined up to live happily ever after with but he couldn't get LJ and Hoss married off because Adam was a player. He did his best to get him put in jail, arranged gunfights, too. And even though Adam got shot 5 times he never died.
You'd think Adam was immortal or something!
Oh GURU! Why are you telling me this?
Well, it's how I feel sometimes.
I try and I try,
And I try,
But I can't get no!
Satisfaction
Why do insist on bothering the little girls?
Dunking their pigtails in the inkwells.
Splashing mud on their pretty clothes.
Using words when you talk to them.
We could all die next Thursday.
Hey! Wait a second. You can't hang that on me.
Using words was Bissie's idea.
I don't use words I use metaphors and stories.
I warned her. Biss, I said, you just can't go around talking to people. You have to use smiley faces and sign language. She wouldn't listen.
Just answer the questions, Harry. Why do you bother the girls?
Coz it's fun? It's like a cop getting the bad guys.
Haven't you told us for eons that it's all between our ears?
One or two words and the little flakes fall down on the ground kicking and screaming as if they had a tooth pulled. Splash a little reality on their Nice clothes and their true identity comes flying out of their underwear.
Nice is for diplomats that work for capitalists to slice and dice up the planet for gain and control. I'm Pluto and I can't let that happen.
Where are you going with this? You're the GURU and I feel like I'm giving the lecture.
What's up with that?
Well, I'm SAD. Veryy, very, S. A. D. Like I caught a virus.
Ooooh? Well, we can talk another day. I was getting bored anyway.
Reminds me of that Kristofferson guy. He is totally boring.
He killed JJ you know. And we share birthdays. I just thoht it was rather odd, Mr. GURU.
How about some chili? Want some chili?
ACE! Get the GURU some chili. And use a clean bowl this time.
Lugubrious IV - (Live Girls, Not so Live Girls, Sex, Beer, Cheap Cell Phones, Tacos with REAL Chicken)
.... To be continued in another virtual sugar coated U-N-I-Verse of real TIME and disk SPACE, in about 9 months. Until then, I have to catch the Qua train, steal some nuggie, and SHOW HER the MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Astro La Visa! Governor GURU
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