LEATHER OVER DENIM

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I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I got a mouth full of answers
So be careful with what you say,

Don’t run your tongue too loose,
Don’t screw your face too tight,
Don’t disrespect my brother,
Cuz I’m bound to set you right,
No time for your confusions,
Conspiracies and shite,
Drop all your delusions,
Separating black from white,

I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I got a pocket full of answers
So be careful with what you say,

Now listen closely mister,
You should sure heed my advice,
Don’t underestimate my sister,
Cuz she’ll make you pay the price,
No time for your mansplaining,
Unsolicited advice,
For far less than you are making,
She can do your job twice,
Yeah I’m wearing leather over denim,
And I don’t have to play nice,

Bridge:
Sometimes you have to speak up,
Sometimes you have to set the record straight,
Sometimes you have to wonder,
Just why all of those haters gotta hate,
(and instigate)

Don’t reinvent the wheel,
But choose how it should roll,
Question what you feel,
Don’t be a goddamned troll,
You always have a choice,
Though you think you’ve lost control,
Let others find their voice
Give back what we stole
I’m wearing leather over denim and I’ll fight to make things whole,

I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I’m wearing leather over denim,
Ready for anything that comes my way,
I got a fist full of answers
So be careful with what you say,
I’m wearing leather over denim,
So be careful with what you say!

PROTECT & SERVE

Good cop, bad cop,
Bad cop, good cop,
Three cops charged,
With aiding and abetting,
If you were one,
Would you have been letting,
George Floyd stop breathing,
Suffer and die?
Would you be intervening?
Where do allegiances lie?
There are good cops and bad cops,
We know this is true,
But when push comes to shove,
Well just which one are you?

NAILED IT

One really should eschew it,
Do your utmost not to chew it,
But it eases my anxiety sublimely,
It’s a bit disgusting sure,
Plus, after a paid manicure,
It certainly is anything but timely,
Now there’s an extra disgrace,
That one is not to touch one’s face,
It considered gauche, almost a crime, see,
Nonetheless, it never fails,
That I’ll be chewing on my nails,
Because I find it calms me down divinely,
(Though I’ve found the habit shrinking,
With my double-fisted drinking,
A self-medication I can practice blindly!)

My Own Manner

Writing
Reading
Staying calm
On the inside,
Slight retreating
See my needing
To kinda hide,
My soul needs feeding
The proverbial kneeling
Stop the social bleeding
Overwhelmed with feeling
Gonna keep on healing
In my own manner
By my bedside.

MY ANUS

I’ve got an anus,
That’s utterly famous,
Or infamous,
Whichever’s not worse,
It’s very impressive,
And rather deceptive,
Just like Hermione’s purse,
It can hold 200 spells,
3 caves, and some wells,
6 blessings and a serious curse,
There’s a full-length mirror,
Though it’s foggy, not clearer,
And even room for a short bus!

MY MOM CAN SAVE THE WORLD

I had myself a thought today,
That my mother,
In her own sweet way,
Could set our world aright,
Save the grace from which we fall,
The internet, comment sections,
Politicians, nasty elections,
Each likewise blight,
Could heed her siren call,
No drama, fight, or fuss,
Just what she hammered home with us,
If you’ve naught nice to say,
Then say nothing at all.

Either One Will Do

Leonard waited for a miracle,
Something divine to see him through,
Now it’s miracle, or apocalypse,
Either one will do,
I feel a sense
Of ambivalence,
Not sure I care, if we make it through,
In these times of confusion,
I just need a conclusion,
A miracle, or the apocalypse,
Either one will do.

A world that’s on the brink,
Well we’ve seen that before,
Still somehow I think,
Right now the stakes are something more,
Potential cataclysm,
Right down to the planet’s core,
Our own narcissim,
Blinds us from what lies in store,

Glass half full, half empty,
This is what I’ve found,
Doesn’t matter which you see,
When there’s no one left around,
You can take your optimism,
Positivity abound,
See life through your prism,
Somehow you still will drown,

Sixteen year olds screaming,
”What the hell have you done?”
You’ve known that this was coming,
That there’d be nowhere left to run,
You’ve mortgaged off our future,
Traded it for Kingdom Come,
Now we’re desperate and unsure,
If there’s naught that can be done,

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