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Poem Details | by michael tor |
Categories: joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,

You Wont Steal My Joy

  The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific
The people running as the rapid fire was 
sounding off in the background!
  The wild fires in California, fifteen people
 dead, and it is not controlled yet!
   Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern 
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
of help!
   Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
   Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
 for which Men and Women have sacrificed
 their lives for.

                   Enough is Enough!

      You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
 and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael Tor  Inspired by Andrea Dietrich

Poem Details | by Roy Jerden |
Categories: day, earth, funny, life, love, satire, work,

Keep It Turnin' to the Right

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
December seventeenth, in the year of twenty-nine
Dad was shoring timber, 9th west entry of the mine
The gas ignited close to him, he never smelt its breath
It belched out fire and thunder, and everlasting death
Sixty-one they counted, who wouldn’t see the sun
Twenty-five weren't recognized, they buried them as one
On that fatal Tuesday, the boy became a man
Had to make a living, had to have a plan
Heard about the oil patch, got a chance to try it
Drill the earth for all she’s worth; keep it turnin' to the right

Some they called him weevil, some they called him worm
Some they wouldn't speak to him, figgered he was just short term
They told him "Open up that vee door; go to get the key
It's in the possum belly, in doghouse number three"

Took his turns at floor hand, at first a little green
Became the fastest broke out hand the driller ever seen
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

The driller called him partner; the pusher called him son
The other roughnecks shook his hand, and took him in as one
Got up on the monkeyboard; learned to spin the chain
Pumped that mud and shed his blood, and worked right through the pain

On a bitter frosty evening tour, in a cold December snow
He saw derricks lit like Christmas trees in distance far below
He saw the fairyland of the refinery, shining through the night
He saw Mother Earth and the universe, all turning to the right

The oil patch was a hard life, moving all the time
But he saved a lot of money, didn't waste a dime
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

Sent his kids to college, working through the years
One became a teacher, the others engineers
He hung up his hardhat; he shed his steel-toed shoes
Then one day he passed away; he'd finally paid his dues

Made it to the Pearly Gates; they handed him his wings
Handed 'em right back to them; said "I don't need these things.
I want to do some drillingThat's my heavenly plan."
They said "Go talk to the Devil then, cause he's the company man."

Old Scratch needed hellfire; he always come up short
Too many politicians and others of that sort
When he heard they had a driller, he jumped up with delight
He danced a jig, "You've got your rigKeep it turnin' to the right."

Now he drills for hellfire; in the derrick he's got Jake
Buck and Sam on the platform; Sonny's on the brake
They all grin like demons; they're all where they belong
Doing what they love to do, they sing their roughneck song

"We all eat caliche and drink the devil's brew
Play dominos with Satan and skunk him at forty-two
Work all day on Sunday and honky-tonk all night
We're oilfield trash and we'll take cash to keep it turnin' to the right

We all love West Texas; it's like the Promised Land
Horny toads and rocky roads, and even dunes of sand
Dust storms every morning, northers every night
We get tans and freeze our cans to keep it turnin' to the right"

The lingo used around the rig you won't hear much in church
It'll curl your hair and make you stare and leave you in the lurch
So close your eyes and realize it's gonna get much worse
Drink your beers and plug your ears; here comes the final verse

"We p*ss longneck Lone Stars; we f*rt Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turning to the right"

Coal mining, oil drilling and Hell - Doesn't get much darker and deeper...

Poem Details | by Flippant She-Creature |
Categories: funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, health, lost love, love, mother, parody, romance, satire, sorry,

Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

Poem Details | by Onyebuchi Okonkwo |
Categories: depression, inspirational, life, lost love, love, sad, satire,

This silly thing called Love

Craze comes out of barrel of joy,
Joy, what makes you behave coy,
Coyness, a thing that would get a toy
From the soul, hands of a smart lil' boy

That his head bobs in saving his mother,
Mother, the filial original not really similar
Similar? To the father, rasp voice that quiver
From the garden of marital ruptureIt'ld linger

Over the elms of gut, ebbing with the tide
Of bliss endedNever should beings all hide
The love, warmth of familyFilial code to side
A broken china, a shattered shuttle that'ld bide

Brittle blissCome in the evenings and laugh
At the debris of the drum, a rumble of cough
Upon anodyne ruble of ruinFeed from trough
O! Love if you aren't lifeThen live quickly, rough.

Poem Details | by Anastasia Papanicolaou |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, depression, fear, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, nostalgia, recovery from..., sad, satire, teen, uplifting, anger,

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… EnoughNo more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.

Poem Details | by Hyle Chu |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, health, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, passion, people, philosophy, recovery from..., sad, satire

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure

I want 
I must 
Have this.

I sink
The brink
Of madness.

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: betrayal, career, dark, evil, satire, true love,

life with t-rump XXI

Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar

Poem Details | by Luminita Stoica |
Categories: life, loss, people, satire, love, me,


The likelihood between myself and a beast,
Surpasses my self-grotesque-depiction, at least.
I loath the day I entered this death spiral twirl; 
In this vicious tornado-self-esteem-crawl.
Only one sweetest venom sip it takes,
To make  me  be a slave to the demonic taste.
Enslaved are my legs from knee below,
Enslaved are the thoughts that come too slow.
My body gets so numb that nothing scares my skin,
Capital sins do not feel so full of sin;
I crave to do what is forbidden still,
To speak the cruelest things I have an itching will 
The street light comes to me in rainbow colored streams,
I love the way my mind feels reality like dreams.
I am both wide awake and sound asleep;
I laugh at nothing and I truly weep;
With passion, my blood makes love to wine,
My neurons are crushed grapes on the body’s vine

Poem Details | by Marilyn Hernandez |
Categories: brother, family, lost love, satire, sister, urban,

Wasting Water

Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship, 
You’ll never be earning,

‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,

You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.

To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.

Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.

But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time, 
And we were watching the ticker.

Poem Details | by Anthony Scandrick II |
Categories: anniversary, baby, beautiful, beauty, caregiving, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, dedication, depression, devotion, freedom, goodbye, graduation, growing up, happiness, hope, humorous, lonely, lost love, love, mystery, passion, satire, slam, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, teen, thank you, uplifting, write,

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, husband, lost love, satire

Ten Little Indians

You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: addiction, april, best friend, computer, confusion, courage, culture, cute love, earth, emotions, encouraging, environment, fantasy, farm, feelings, funny love, garden, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, internet, irony, july, june, kiss, loneliness, love, magic, me, metaphor, nature, parody, repetition, satire, science, social, technology, tree, women, world, youth,


follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

Poem Details | by Brittany Larson |
Categories: fantasy, funny, love, satire,

8 Steps On How To Get A Man According To Disney

Step 1-Live in a grand palace with your overbearing father or evil stepmother.
Step 2-Even though you are a princess and live in a palace or castle you have to remember to whine all the timeComplain about how boring your life is.
Step 3- Because your life is so boring you now must do everything in your power to escape the palace and piss off your father or stepmotherLike runaway with some street rat you met in the marketplace, or swim to your cave full of items that you think are magical when they are really just pollution, lose your shoe at a magic ball you were forbidden to go to and finally stay with the hideous man beast who kidnapped you.
Step 4- Find your prince no matter what!
Step 5-Make a deal with an evil witch just so your prince will notice youThe classics are taking a strange apple from some old woman, trading your voice to a creepy octopus lady that will be sure to give you nightmares, or staying in the castle to show the creepy werewolf guy that you love him no matter what spell he is under
Step 6-Sit and waitDon't worry your prince will comeEventuallyI mean how long could it beIt's not like you can tell him you want himSome octopus bitch stole your voiceAnd also the street rat...he isn't really a prince but he has a genie best friend so you can lie to your father about that oneAnd poor Cinderella waiting for MrCharming to come with her slipper that somehow only fits herApparently that kingdom was filled with Sasquatch women.
Step 7-Finally get your kiss! Yay! You can talk againYou finally woke up from your deep sleepMan beast was actually really handsome once the spell was broken...don't worry about the hairballs you'll be hacking up for a week
Step 8-Live happily ever afterMarry the love of you life who you just met like a day ago and leave people asking what happens after that.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Poem Details | by Ken Duddle |
Categories: eve, love, mythology, satire,

The Original Sin

As Adam and Eve walked through the garden Their love grew and grew They gathered berries for their supper And leaves for a brew. Later as they lay naked under the stars Adam kissed Eve and gently stroked her thighs They heard a sound, turned in fright And saw a vision before their eyes. 'Stop, sin no more or go to Hell' Spake the fanged head But then it spoke no more As with a stone Adam hit it till dead. Adam turned to Eve with a smile 'We still have much to learn and see But what I'd really like to know Is what was in that tea?

Poem Details | by Linda Barr |
Categories: brother, funeral, inspirational, loss, passion, satire, heart, heart, love, red, rose,

This Human Heart

My brother is buried at Arlington National CemeteryI still remember that day

His Human Heart He laid red rose upon white casket Tears were hidden behind dark glasses People are such righteous asses This question I just had to ask it A wounded heart will not outlast it This human life quickly passes This human dream was love’s excess Why was his love so very wrong? Gender doesn’t really matter Human dreams are still shattered He laid red rose upon white casket Was their love so very wrong? The question I just had to ask it His human heart still sang love’s song.

Poem Details | by Marilyn Hernandez |
Categories: angst, childhood, family, lost love, satire

The Good the Bad and the Ugly Divorce

Let Him Go (Limerick)

Our mom told us how she chose her beau,
With an “eeny, meeny, miny, moe!”
Of course it didn’t last,
With a choice so half-assed!
But at least it taught the fool to grow!

Child Support (Haiku)

Parental disputes
Had placed us in the middle
Of their divorce wars

Divorce (Couplet)

He left her to fend for us alone, blasé with his remiss,
She chose to break this conjugal bond without marital bliss.

For (Destroyer ((Poet’s ~DIVORCE CLUB~ Contest

Poem Details | by Charles Melody Lightning Ink |
Categories: black african american, depression, faith, children, hope, inspirational, lost love, mystery, sad, satire, sympathy

African Child

" From the debt of my heart"

The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and and pray.

Poem Details | by Sabion Osore |
Categories: art, cute love, desire, inspirational, satire, writing,

I Shall Rise


Who said that when you dust me off?
i will not collect my eddys and build a turbulent of rise,
who said when you cough me away?
i wont splutter my scent of my spit onto your hand
who said when am dehydrating in desert of loneliness?
i will fade away before i see the oasis of hope,
i shall rise, and rise from smoke of beauty
filled with antidotes of jolly and strength,
i shall rise like little warm vapors
with warmth of glory and step a head,
i shall rise like high fly eagle
that perceives a prey on his acme
i shall rise  as tall as mount Everest
and cool my anger with coolant  of ambition as my strength
i shall rise because your mockery is my pillar of my rising
i shall rise to tell mother nature am not that clone you mold of me
i shall rise,'coz rising is what can shut me down,
i shall rise,'coz sky is not my limit

Poem Details | by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: passion, satire, wife, me, hope, love, me,


He woke with hope and love for the new day

And darkness met him and betrayed

The hope vanished but brought  cleansing

And like the  soldier onto  knee bending


If You are there help me like a bottle of wine

A slight burn and You grow and deny


It was only one time and her heart lies

Spelled it out and written by

He was there between each adjective

That holy love linked each conjunctive


If You came with your advice

Her love cost more and price


In front of the screen he touched the keys

Writing the note with hope  relieves

But she has deleted his record and moved over

In a seedy hotel they meet and my love choked her


You told me once You told me twice

My love was cooked with bitter spice

Dedicated to Poetry Soupers All

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: anxiety, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, character, confidence, culture, dark, fantasy, fear, feelings, forgiveness, happiness, happy, hope, i am, i love you, i miss you, jealousy, joy, life, loneliness, lost love, love, meaningful, miss you, motivation, peace, people, philosophy, prejudice, rain, romance, romantic, sad love, satire, smart, sometimes, storm, strength, symbolism, together, true love, uplifting, weather, wind, wisdom, world,


On that same afternoon 
in a commune not too far away, 
hope got caught while 
stealing from the market of desires; 
luck got expelled for
cheating on the bonus questions;
love, on the other hand, turned into 
rain and escaped the cloud 
of acquired fears

Poem Details | by John Trusty |
Categories: love, satire


“Remembered first love, thankfully wife won’t!”

For “First Love” contest

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, dedication, devotion, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, pain, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, satire, sorrow, valentines day, women, hair,

My Perfect 10

If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.

Poem Details | by Crow thepoet |
Categories: sad, sad love, satire, universe,


(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm standing in a field of poisoned flowers
staring, stunned, still
watching Rea, the strongest girl I know
watching Rea, a pampered, protective, rich yet ordinary girl
watching Rea, a girl I just met only two days before
in horror, in awe, in complete shock 
fall from a cliff, a perfect scene for a slow motion movie
the last thing she heard before nature cut her stomach open
was my call for her name like somehow my calling could 
maybe save her
but I'm just calling for my regret
since the last thing she saw before her eyes went dark
was my worried frantic expression, I
just an immovable object as she collapsed...
collapsed in front of me
Oh, rain come devour me
Oh, rain be my hero but nothing can drown out the sound 
of me calling out her name, like somehow yelling for her to answer
would bring Rea back but what can I do....
(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm holding the very girl I love
her name sounding so sweet to the world...Kanade...
I want her to stay with me forever
but she pushes away, only to tell me calmly she's only here with me
because she wants to say 'thank you' heart is...beating inside of her
Mortified I try to put rhyme to reason through her explanation
I nearly fall to my knees, holding back tears for her not to see
and as I much as I love her voice, my name passing through her lips
it's enough to make me cringe from excitement 
but I know what she means
Kanade, I scream, I just can't...I can't, I don't want you to disappear from me
and she just smiles with her big anime eyes
asking me to just let her believe what I showed her how life can be...
so here we embrace for the last time at least for awhile
Though I don't want to, I'm reciting my speech
not caring if she can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks
I don't want her to leave...please Kanade I want you to stay
but all she says left with a big smile on her face
'Thank you for loving me, thank you for giving my life to me'
and she evaporates from my arms without warning
Kanade! ! ! I can't help but shout the sky...she...was...
(Sigh) well here it goes, let's take this slow
the steady flow of emotions and my thoughts are fighting, bitter rivals
the arrival time of a masterpiece unknown
I've been hit with a tidal wave of sadness and I...
I don't know what to say nor do
like I'm just standing in a river, unable to move
staring up at the sky, wondering why after coming all this way
wondering why in bold letters
would you, the universe, give me happiness
give me someone to love, have that very someone love me
my own red-haired beauty
to allow me to be crushed by the weight of metaphoric machinery 
as she's taken away back to the stars and gravity
2.3 million light years far away from me...
and why is it today of all days 
am I plagued with this overwhelming sadness

Poem Details | by mazhar butt |
Categories: anniversary, death, life, love, memorial day, philosophy, satire,

Love,Life and Death

Life and death
Are mysterious things
You love a living one
in your Heart, 
By your heart 
You also  love a dead one
But in your Mind, in your memory
When your beloved is no more 
When she is dead
Your love shifts places
From Heart to Mind 
You want her corpse to be removed
as soon as possible 
and buried, burnt in fire
Or left to the vultures
depending on what last ceremonial plan
 you believed in 
and chose to perform
Living ones are loved 
Dead ones too 
but death is so scary 
that whenever someone dies
one tries to get rid of him atonce!

Poem Details | by catherine labeau |
Categories: funny love, i am, satire,


the devil is calling
a cigarette you call it
as the airplane flying the sky
to sit ten is late waiting 

surprise soon to be twenty or more bullshit
flying the sky to reach the tarmac
of evil with a glass of lemon juice in the morning
shame on you my dear you are acid

fancy plates from past century
I drink your wines with crystal glass
and make a madeira of your life
as I pet a cat my dog in need of a pee

no crave here to call your name
shame on you with your botox
to look sublime as I live a life
of desire and glee

as I in a box chose not to fly your plane
but eyes opened for the reveal I count on you 
to make it right my dear devil.

Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: funny love, love, pride,

The Pond Called Love: A Sort of Short Satire

Some people do not fall in love
They jump, headfirst, heedlessly
With little thought of where they'll land

Others dip in a toe and then
Either slide in cautiously or
Retreat with great haste, in contempt

Still others trip, most gracelessly 
With much unseemly splashing
And left quite without their pride

Often, its some combination
Of the three above here listed

Poem Details | by Charles McDauel |
Categories: funny, love, romance, satire,

Valentines day

Hearts to you-hearts to you
What can be said about
Valentines day that's not
been said before?

Only to say that I 
love you so much that I
gave up my whore.

Poem Details | by fayaz bhat |
Categories: lost love, satire, sensual, sexy, violence,

An Erotic Poem

Do tell me!
When he is out on a 
Dead doctor!
I will leave in twilight
And reach there
Your window
In late night.
We will hurried and 
scared kiss-- 
Deep and long kisses
In damp moonlight
Of the early spring.
Then as an ancient 
Arabian robber 
I will run holding 
hard to my chest
Your body of gold
Stumbling with the 
Climbing the fences
Jumping over the 
thorns and shrubs
To the remote 
By the dense forest.
And as an ape-man 
had picked a 
western woman 
In Gulmarg
And held her as his 
woman for some six 
We will sex whole 
days in the den
And in the nights 
In the bushy pasture.
I will pull your brown 
curly hair doggy
And slap your thick 
And, you will moan in 
gratification loud and 
As a witch in a wild 
place practicing craft
Or a whale in sea at 

Poem Details | by John Trusty |
Categories: nostalgia, satire, song-lyricdance, me, dance, love, me, time,


July 4, 1961

           Well HELLO MARY LOU, 

You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was 
getting a DOUBLE SHOT OF MY BABYS’ LOVERight now TIME WON’T LET ME alone ever 
since I heard GLORIA saying please, BE MY BABYI was just WALKIN’ THE DOG when I SAW 
HER STANDING THEREShe came right out and told me she would GIVE ME SOME LOVIN in 
the MIDNIGHT HOURShe guaranteed we would feel JUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET; all I 
had to do was HOLD ON TIGHTBut I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW, thanks to the warm 

I remember when I was playing the field; all I ever thought was WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN 
LOVE?  I’d give anything to get back to someone like sweet little SHEILAYou remember her 
don’t you?  OH DONNA, if your sister lets you read THE LETTER I wrote from SAN 
FRANSCICO, you know I’d be taking ROUTE 66 back to see that little BROWN EYED GIRL
Then maybe CUPID          can draw back his bow because until now this TRAVELING MAN 
has just been SINGIN’ THE BLUES.
I’ve got to find some kind of LOCOMOTION because WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! 
Maybe I could hitch a ride with MUSTANG SALLY; you know I was BORN TO BE WILD if I’m 
thinking of asking her for a rideRemember when you and I used to cruise down to 
SUNDAY afternoonIf it rained we kept time with the wipers and the RHYTHM OF THE RAIN
By the way, did you hear that BONEY MARONEY really did DO RON-RON after she drank that 
bottle of LOVE POTION # 9? I guess it is just another example of we really have to LOVE 
ONE ANOTHER because a little SUGARTIME  will go a long way towards making it a 
Poor LOUIE LOUIE  told everyone that I FOUGHT THE LAW after spending a few hours 
drinking down at MARGARITAVILLE, don’t believe him There are always two sides to every 
story and BLACK IS BLACK because THAT’LL BE THE DAY I’d be handcuffed by that CHAIN 

IT’S MY PARTY next weekend but it will be just ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT unless I can find 
a little RUNAWAY to be my DREAM LOVERAfter all, what would a WORLD WITHOUT LOVE be 
like?   If I can’t hook up with her, DO YOU WANNA DANCE the LA BAMBA, or maybe LET’S 
TWIST AGAIN? We can do anything that you wanna do but LET’S DANCE to that hot little 
oldies band called THE RUNAWAYS.

            All my Loving,

*Written as a tribute to a local 50’s/60’s cover band called the “RUNAWAY’S” using their play