Whatever Tickles Your Pickle

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Whatever tickles your pickle
As Grandpa used to say
I hate to see you go
But I love to watch you walk away
Let me show you a trick with a hole in it
But I don’t think he was talking about prostitution
Let us have a drink, I’ll explain
Perhaps we’ll come to a mutual resolution

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Summer Shining Down

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Summer shining down
Through open fields I’ll tramp
The sunshine speaks to me
Leaving footprints muddy & damp
Hiking through the wildflowers
Reflections of purity from fresh eyes
Returning to God’s country
Seeking communion; nature was His reply

Inadequate Feeling On A Rainy Night

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Inadequate feeling on a rainy night
Tired of playing 2nd or 3rd fiddle
I know my flaws better than most
Self-loathing leaving me in the middle
Between happiness & the dour devastation
I’ll keep trucking on through to the Promised Land
No other choice, but to keep loving
It might hurt, but only the lonely understand

I Love To Wear Chucks

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I love to wear Chucks
But I don’t like to converse
A quiet, unassuming soul
Though secretly a tad perverse
I may look innocent enough
Or unmemorable altogether
But I can create feelings
That’ll cure your stormy weather
But you’re a pawn of society
You want that rich, flashy guy
But money won’t buy you orgasms
Too late; you already let me pass by

Drinking Out Of The Good Crystal

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Drinking out of the good crystal
Pouring another glass of Scotch
I’m not going to waste this life
I’m not going to stand by & watch
I want to get my hands dirty
Experience should be more than a page
I’m not going to live by proxy
I’m going die a virile man in my old age

The Waves Will Always Kiss The Shore

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The waves will always kiss the shore
But we must continue the fight to be free
My indifference to society is documented
Perhaps we should separate & simply be
But they won’t let me go gently into the goodnight
Always come callin’ – talking about my turn
But I paid my debts with a piece of my soul
I could cry foul, but they’ll never learn