In place, a plan for badly needed funds

There will be those surprised by what they’ll pay

No questions rise about the money runs

To save up for another type of day

The center of the diamond now a womb

The Lincoln bedroom sold off to Japan

There must be arrowheads stacked in a room

For hospitals to build on vacant land

and preserved in the swampy mist

we’ll keep the constitution for the mayor

the proclamation for the journalist

we’ll hang it over Archie bunker’s chair

there is no way we can expect to win

but have a new white house in which to live.

A Nation of Fat Jokes

The President is attacked

they’re saying that he’s fat

his daughter is attacked

now what’s the point in that

one nation under Vogue

the plastic surgery code

ask the Gap, they want

clones clones clones

we kill ourselves

to look a certain way

and it’s how we stay in a

nation of fat jokes

fast food culture

consumption vultures

then you wonder

why it is we’re poisoned

pay a man to walk indoors

then you shop in his stores

Jenny Craig wants

clones, clones, clones

we kill ourselves

to look a certain way

and it’s how we stay in a

nation of fat jokes



The roof caved in

once again

we tread the sea

of electricity

that man said

every man is an island

we act as one

it helped me to find my voice

last folks at wire and cable


as others had walked out the door

the last one

made the walk

looked back and turned the key

for the last time

for the last time

for the last time

I wonder what he thought about

log on

for better sweeping methods

to build a better broom

we presume

to pursue the mundane


Requiem For Joe Camel

I got a beef and a requiem for Joe Camel

I’m glad he’s gone, and I’m angry and I’ll tell you why

they had a right to speak, I have a right to fight inherent evil

why do we wait for someone else to get us by

I’ve seen your Christian heroes used to sell Baccardi

some guy had done his job when he invented Joe

advertising, our Achilles’ heel and I’m insulted

do you think they’ll teach an adult to smoke


Casting Call

When you uncoiled, there were things about you you didn’t understand

you saw life on the wrong side of a bad argument

smack in the face is loud as a balloon pop to a president’s wife

sometimes I wish the part of me had been recast

cops and doctors, tow truck drivers lawyers, judges, mayors

show me a well of understanding, and I’ll jump in

I’ll go on writing songs and being miserably aware

sometimes I wish the part of me had been recast


Smear Campaign

This disregard is apparent

can’t dignify this ridiculous scheme by casting a ballot

never give a hand to a man in the middle of a three ring

circus of fools like him

for that  same reason I get annoyed

in the throws of a smear campaign

no one speaks of achievement

condescend to trick the public

demand a suitable candidate

if you clean around them, they will go away


Excuses, Excuses 

Once again

I understand

congress says

I can’t marry a man

I don’t quite understand

I doubt it’s really financial

what would happen if we were

all straight and married

total disregard

for a basic human right

you left someone out

on that judgment night

excuses, excuses

what are you scared of

it’s not your life to live

you scream promiscuity

now you won’t recognize

two people in love


 Hoss Parade

Drink in all the honky huts

you laugh at us when we roll by

you don’t get that we laugh back

you crack us up ’cause your so blind

hoss parade

hoss parade

hoss parade

think you got it made

scoff at my integrity

fool I wear it like a badge

your drinking in a faux gas station

you had to pay and wait in line



Ming Lives


in dust.

The End.

Red Glove,

maniacal laughter.

Question mark.

Next Stop, Willoughby

Of him, it is known

that he was nostalgic.

He was often seen

driving around

his hometown

of Binghamton, New York

casually circling his old neighborhood

and stopping

in front of his childhood home

just to lean on the car

and look at it.

How strange it must have been

for the owners

on those days

to look out the window

and see Rod Serling

staring at their house.

Corn on Macabre Lyrics:

I Watched Friday the Thirteenth at My Grandmother’s House and She Wasn’t Into It (but She Let Me Watch It Anyway)


was in it

but only

for a minute

a watery entrance

in the end

made a superstar of him

…and she wasn’t into it


Pterodactyl Shutdown

The city bleeds

to fit her needs

no use for words

she’s a big ass bird

destruction flows

row by row

what she wants

she drags away

darkening skies

overhead she flies

darkening skies

overhead she flies


You’re OK, I’m Undead

Discouraged over things unsaid

turn the page while your ahead

some circumstance would make us friends

how to meet and influence

I wish this chase would never end

run, run, run, I’m still ahead

when you fall, I’ll eat your head

I’m on your heels, in the end

you’re OK, I’m undead


Boris Karloff is Dead


I don’t get you,

but we’ll team up today

I’m mad at science too

from me it took something away

they can clone a sheep

why not rebuild the dead

bring me something useful

like Orwell’s’ head

Dear religion,

I wanna believe in aliens again

thanks to science now

there are no radar men on mars

what a laser meant to me

was not a fax machine

robots could be serving food

and running everything

instead, we have an extra sheep

let’s all begin to sing

Dear religion,

I wanna believe in aliens again