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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Love Jones

OBSESSION
by GC SMITH

I'm a bear of little bitty brain
who's not much given to obsession
but that you see is not to say
that I can't be seized by love

It happened to this silly bear
once upon a long long time ago
I saw her and I was smitten,
by gol, I remain still smote today

I think it was her lovely smile
but her svelt body wasn't shabby
then I struck up a conversation
and found out that she was bright

What more could a dumb bear ask
than to hook up with such a lovely
he's more than lucky that he knows
to be wed to such a classy lady

I loved her then, I love her now
this bear who eschews obsession
but just in this one special case
I confess to an endless addiction


Me and my MiMi; Summer of '67.




The mutual obsession began 7 years earlier. It's still active.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Tangent. Nine lines. abc dec dfg

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Havin' A Time
GC Smith

Hot damn
This here fellow
He's having a time
Livin' the good life
Lovin' each new day
Drinkin' up red wine
Life's without strife
Nothing's so great
As today


Man, Check Her Out
GC SMITH

Hey guy
That there gal
She's hot stuff
Man, see her wiggle
Long legs to her ass
Tanned and buff
She will giggle
While saying no
To you

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Sunday, March 23, 2008

SUGAR HIGH DAY

A TIME OF PERIL
BY GC SMITH

He
bit my butt
and yelled aloud
yummy, it's
chocolate nut

What?
I can't hear,
some nasty kid
has bit
my ear






Oh me, oh my
I just might
die of
someone else's
hunger

Whose hunger's that
you may well ask?
the answer is:
that rotten
kid

Beware,
the kid
is on
a sugar
high

It happens
every
Easter Sunday
rapacious
chocolate murder

So, all you
candy bunnies
would do well
to heed these words:
LIE LOW today

BE CAREFUL
Shhhh
BE QUIET
Make not a sound
HIDE

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Tis

You Can Kiss me …
An Irish Lament
By GC SMITH

Poag Mahone, says I,
celebrate Saint Paddy’s day,
quaff away green beer

Pluck a green blossom
for your lapel buttonhole
proud emerald bloom

Tis Irish I am
me, I don’t give a gol-damn
where you may come from

Smith Irish, you ask?
how in the hell can that be?
just think Ellis Isle

They fooked my name
disgrace, begorrah (true shame)
wrought by some damn Prot

A sad travesty
to mess with a man’s name
it should not be done

As I sip green beer
on this Saint Paddy’s day eve
I shout Poag Mahone

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Born Yesterday

From Whence to …
By GC SMITH

Born yesterday
this mooncalf, me
greets each day
as it will
be

No singular thing
bothers me
because
I have no
memory

I need not
know that past
is prologue
with no surprise
in store for me

I’m not encumbered
no, not me,
because, you see,
I simply have
no memory

Today is today
again to be
a fresh new
start
to delight me

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Don't Question The Promises

Come Dance With Me
(Politically)

By GC SMITH

A plump chicken in the pot, or two;
oh hell, why stop at a merely that
when I can promise more for you

(sotto voce)

Come together, you with me
Let’s screw those other bastards
It’s the only way to elect me


I’ll provide a mortgage garuantee
of course, college tuition free, and
cheap health care for you and me

(sotto voce)

Come together, you with me
Let’s screw those other bastards
It’s the only way to elect me


With green fuels from the Government
we can roll back the price of gas
while we also help the environment

(sotto voce)

Come together, you with me
Let’s screw those other bastards
It’s the only way to elect me


Mine, yours, and ours: our great Party
join now; vote early (and often),
‘cause it’s the only way politically

(sotto voce)

Come together, you with me
Let’s screw those other bastards
It’s the only way to elect me


I hope that you will join with me
come on now, I’ll solve your woes
with promises I’ll set you free


(memo to self: don’t mention added tax, more government regulation, bureaucratic inefficiencies, drag on the economy, or the wonderful graft opportunities.)