The Bean RESISTS!

Screw The Old Farts!

Kids are running all around

Adults are screaming wearing frowns

Can’t recall that kids need fun

Can’t recall their days of playing in the sun.

What’s wrong with those old farts?

Looks like they all got stuck with darts

Kids are supposed to yell and scream

Not supposed to not be heard or seen.

There goes an old fart now

Screaming and yelling at the kids so loud

He has gathered a voyeur crowd

Does that make him feel proud?

What an old fat sow.

The kids flip him rightly off

Tell him they won’t ever stop

Doing what kids do each day

Living life through wonderful play.

Good for them I say

Tell that old fart he can’t have his way

Kids are here to stay and play

Will keep going on ‘till the end of days

And he just needs to go away

If he can’t stand the way they play.

Hope those kids don’t grow up like him

Don’t grow up and commit the sin

Of old farts trying to end the fun

Of wonderful kids playing in the beautiful sun.

THANKS FOR THE WILD INTERNET RIDE

I can’t help fixating

On constantly creating

A blog that is blazing

Making me kinda crazy.

So much fun

I get undone

Go lay in the sun

Shop a little for food and fun

Then back again ‘till I’m done.

Check those stats

Like a breeding nat

Will they like that

Or never come back.

But in fact

I don’t give a crack

About any of that

“Cause I’m a hedonistic rat

Love to write and draw this and that.

But it truly is exhilarating

When stats are escalating

Gets my heart pacing

Better than drag racing.

One thing to get A’s in classes

Another thing to please the masses

Sweet as the sweetest molasses

Makes me want to kiss their asses.

But an ass licker I am not

Well ok once in a while with the cops

But this ride is blowin my top

Reaction makes me never want it to stop.

Am I nuts

Don’t bet your buck

You will get fucked

I am as sound as a Peter Built truck.

This is just a wild ride

Having fun and being high

Elevating from the normal guy

To a sweet fantastic surprise.

Even met a lot of new friends

From every part and every end

Feel connected every time I spend

Any time on the internet spin.

Wow this is really crazy now

Makes my life a bit hazy and how

Makes me want to learn Kung Pow

Get material from every life rouse.

Feed the masses give it to them

Who cares whether they sing hymns

Feed the masses and make them sing

Along with my own crazy things

Ting a ling hear us all sing.

Thanks to everyone for the wild ride

Even if it’s weak on the comment side

It’been great fun for me I hope you realize

My stats on cyber visitors keeps me riding high

Quite a trip for this ever day blogging guy

Leaving me extremely satisfied

Have a great Saturday night

That’s it for now goodnight!

MESSAGE TO LANE THE POSTING BULLY

Oh Lane Oh Lane

Why are you a pain

Don’t you know it’s lame

To be so bully in the posting game

Zillion postings in a row with your name

It’s really quite insane.

If you don’t post it all in a row

With such a feverish blow

Do you feel no one will know

To read your posts so

You give them no where to go

By posting so many in a row?

Or maybe it’s just simply math

Visions of clicking money baths

Take you down your crazed posting path

Self centered visions ignore the wrath.

But how will you ever see

If readers want to actually read

What you write by wiping out the posting seas

When you leave only you to read

And there’s no reading variety to be?

Don’t be afraid Oh Lane

Just play it real in the game

Posting zillions feverishly in a row is insane

And doesn’t bring instant fame to your name.

No such thing as rapid success

Time is the real test

Of what readers like the best

And who they will easily forget

Attention wanes they cry out “NEXT!”.

And those zillion postings only brings disdain

From those writers who play fair in the game

Leave variety to readers to decide what’s lame

Give everyone a chance to claim

The small bits of profit change

That comes from the clicking game

By not posting so many in a day

That it wipes out everyone else’s name.

So get real Lane and get it right

Stop bombarding the site

Where readers come to read and write

That insanity doesn’t reflect writing might

And doesn’t mean you’re out of sight

Just means you need to get it right

And stop being a bully writer on the site.

GONNA TELL THE POPE YOU LOST ALL HOPE?

When you lost all hope

How did you cope?

Did you get the rope

Did you get the dope

Did you call the Pope?

If you got the rope

You lost all hope

And were a dope

Now you can’t say yes or nope.

Did you call your friends

Let them in

Tell them your sins

Trying to get hope in again?

Did they stay friends in the end?

Did you break out and exercise?

To make you feel better inside

Did it take fat off your thighs?

Make you a smaller size?

Did you call Dr. Doo

Tell him something’s wrong with you

Did he tell you to eat chicken soup

Hand you stronger dope than the drug dealer dude?

Did you turn your life to crime

Allow the devil to control your mind

Did you have to do hard time

Try to do better next time.

Did you reach inside

Take the devil for a ride

Allow yourself to tremble inside

Play it cool through the stormy tide?

What ever you chose to do

To make it through

Now you get to play after school

Doesn’t that feel cool?

If you chose the rope of fools

Schools over for you weak minded tools

You don’t get to enjoy this drool

Or ever again play after school

Now don’t you feel like an endless fool?

Tiny Tea Cup Fairy You Have No Control

Tea cup fairies dance and sing

They don’t care about anything

No work at all just sing sing sing

Brings them absolutely everything

They need to make life a happy thing

And continue on to sing sing sing.

Fly around back and forth

Sometimes south sometimes north

Dressed like little tiny whores

Collecting liquor back and forth

To assure they always get more

At the tiny little liquor stores.

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Sounds distressing how they dress?

They don’t care if you get pissed

They sing all day and forget the rest

So there’s no point to sweat or fret.

You know dressed like little whores

They always get more

And they aren’t real whores

Who spend all day getting sore

Who no one let’s in the door

They just wear the dress of whores

Don’t ever give more

‘Cause it gives them more from the

Liquor store.

Can’t make them change not ever you know

Even if you intentionally step on their toe

Make them work hard with tiny hoes

Or say their bad for dressing like little hos.

They will just go on and sing sing sing

Never realize anything

That you say about their being thing

Regardless of what you decide to bring

To try and stop their sing sing sing

Or their dress like a little whore thing.

So if you see a tea cup fairy flying by

Dressed like a little whore don’t cry

Don’t try to change their life

They just can’t stand to be dry

And just love to get high

But never bother any guy

Unless that guy’s eye

Gets caught by

Their tiny wild side

The side they love to use

to get a free ride

That’s just the tide

Of life going by

For tiny teacup fairy guys.

RAH RAH TELL ME ABOUT IT!

Rah Rah tell me all about

The good life that you tout

Makes me want to pout

And throw you out.

I can’t seem to tell you

Don’t want you to feel blue

But this high living truth

Made me break a tooth.

I’m glad your life is great

But please give me a break

I just can’t bear to take

The constant tale of your fabulous fate.

Hear it constantly

Should that get me to believe

I can live that reality

You’re no better than me

Is that what you see?

First I need the chance

To do that money dance

Develop a romance

Maybe then I too can prance.

Until that day comes

Quit making me undone

By telling me relentlessly

How great your life’s become.

It makes me sad

Makes me mad

Thoughts get bad

Think I’m glad

You ‘re off more than a tad.

Let’s just keep it now and then

That way we can stay friends

Unless you have money to lend

That has no end

So I can live just like

My friend

Otherwise this has to end

And change to only now and then.

FRIDAY STUPENDOUS TREMENDOUS

Stupendous fabulous Fridays

Last day of working like a slave

Made it through the week HOORAY!

Now there’s two glorious sunny days

To have fun and play all day

Wash that work week all away.

Didn’t think I could play it through

A week so seriously brutal and cruel

Everyone acting like a fool

Made me feel like a tool

For pretending it was cool.

Moments of insanity bloomed

Thoughts to sprint nude

Yelling and screaming “BALOO!”

Felt at moments like the right thing to do

Luckily I thought twice PHEW!

HURRAH for the weekend!

Bring me back to me again

Letting the good life soak in

Justifying the means to the end.

Life feels fabulous and good again

Not like a punishment for a serious sin

Going to live it up and drink some gin

And spend two days loving life again.