The Righteous and the Holy

What are we to do about the righteous and the holy?

Lord, please tell me.

Some of ’em hurt my head.

Some of ’em are evil.

Some of ’em are real.

How do I tell the difference?

Yes, I see what you’re saying, Lord.

If they preach fear and hate.

If they yell from the roof tops how holy they are.

If they look me in the eye and I do not see Jesus

Then you’re saying I should take a walk.

If they’re quiet about their holiness.

If they feed the poor.

If they radiate love.

Then you’re saying I should embrace ’em with all the Love I have in me.

Thank you, Lord.

I knew you would set me straight

But please, Lord, don’t ever let me get righteous and holy.

I kinda like being a sinner.

 

Cornbread and Beans

Been livin’ off cornbread and beans for a while now

Been livin’ off cornbread and beans

Ain’t gonna be treated this way no more

Ain’t gonna be treated this way

Gonna do somethin’ about it, right quick

Gonna do somethin’ about it

Gonna git my gun, my big ol’ .44

Gonna git my gun

Gonna find me the overseer, gonna shoot him down

Gonna find me the overseer

The man done took my wages for being slow

The man done took my dignity

The man’s gonna die, this fine day

The man’s gonna die

Oh yeah, the man’s gonna die

Then I’ll be free to eat my fill of steaks and potatoes

Then I’ll be free

Lord, I’ve tried to git along

Lord, I’ve tried

Now the man’s gonna die

I’m gonna sing and dance on his grave

I’m gonna sing and dance

I ain’t gonna eat no more cornbread and beans, not never again

I ain’t gonna eat no more cornbread and beans

 

Wishes & Dishes

 

I wish I could heal this here world

I wish I could eliminate the evil in this here world

I wish no one ever went hungry

I wish no child ever cried out in pain

I wish no one ever screamed out in fear

I wish all dreams of all people always came true

I wish I wasn’t such a pussy

I wish I would take the first step to fulfill my wishes

I wish I would seek out those who need succor

I wish I would seek out those who are hungry and feed them

I wish I would wrap my arms around those who are cold

I wish I would listen to the lonely

I wish I would become their friend

I wish I would take the homeless unto me

I wish I were a better human being

I wish I could give more love

I wish a lot of things

But instead of fulfilling these wishes

I think I’ll go do the dishes and then watch some TV

A Low-Down Dirty Shame

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It’s a low-down dirty shame how I feel every night

It’s a low-down dirty shame how I feel every morning

It’s a low-down dirty shame how you make me feel

My life’s just a low down dirty shame

I’m gonna do somethin’ about it

I’m gonna make changes

The next time you rag on me for comin’ in late

The next time you rag on me for bein’ drunk

I’m packin’ my bag

I’m  puttin’ on my travelin’ shoes

I’m grabbin’ my walkin’ stick and headin’ out the door

I’m gonna find me a woman who’ll treat me nice

I’m gonna find me a woman who’ll buy me liquor

I’m gonna find me a woman who’ll buy me weed

I’m gonna find me a woman who’ll scratch my back

She’s gonna pay the rent too

I’m gonna find her

I’m gonna find her

And it will be a low-down dirty shame if I don’t

A low-down dirty shame if I don’t

Outta Commission for the Duration

Okay, here’s the story. Being a storyteller I can’t help myself. I was about an hour and a half into the woods on a beautiful Sunday morning. The sky was clear, the air brisk, and the birds were singing their morning songs for all the world to hear. Then I came along. I was making my way down a tall stone (about as tall as as I am) situated at a 45 degree angle. My foot slipped on some wet moss or algae. Anyway, it was green. When I came down, I heard a loud CRACK! I looked down and my left foot was at a 90 degree angle from my leg. It was pointed in a way it should not have been pointing. My first thought was that I should move it back in place before the pain set in. So, I reached down and took foot in hand and moved it back into place as far as I could. It was still 30 degrees outta plumb, but what the hell. I just so happened to have a cold Heineken on ice in my backpack, so I popped the cap and took a long slow swallow. Lying flat on the ground, I called 911. They pinged my cell phone and eventually found me. Once at the hospital, putting my ankle back in place before the surgery was a fun experience. And here I am.

The End