Day: May 15, 2022

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The Jerk: Sunday Compilation 05/15/2022

He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk
unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done
Acting deftly a prig but really below
with a derelict attitude of everyone
He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy
while jotting long notes in his book
With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh
pouring out poison each time his hand shook
Bounding out of his house and way down the street
Grabbing things that were not of his own
Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth
being teased from a huge juicy bone.
When his life had become a big sloppy mess
He asked his friends what was the root
They came all undone and laughed right out loud
Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot.
He cried out in pain and tried to run fast
toward a pier from this maddening crowd
But he didn’t know that his past had come back
And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud.
They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice
and we’re tired of all your bad crap.”
He looked at the group with awe in his eyes
Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Song Lyrics Sundays

Song Lyric Sunday

Jim hosts: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/05/14/bad-hair-days/

This week the theme is songs that mention Head, Hat, Hair, Scarf suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. 

I found this song and although I am not a real Robin Thick fan, I liked the “disco” feel

Lyrics

Ain’t no hat 4 that

Some say that your behavior is preposterous
You’re just saying imagine if we friend
Dangerous through my pursuit of happiness
Trouble is ’bout to get me in the end

You got your cure for anxious
You got your pill for bad
But your fancy shoes and handbag
Can’t help you when you’re sad
‘Cause there ain’t no hat for that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
No ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

Some say her temperament’s a trap for us
She’s only nice when something is at stake
And speaking for her friends there is a castuas
We paid the paparazzi, and that we know

You got your cure for anxious
You got your pill for bad
But your fancy shoes and handbag
Can’t help you when you’re sad
‘Cause there ain’t no hat for that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
No ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

Shopping for your superficial treasures
Stopping short of offering your house
Stranger to the simplest of pleasure
Distance is to you a work of art

You got your cure for anxious
You got your pill for bad
But your fancy shoes and handbag
Can’t help you when you’re sad
‘Cause there ain’t no hat for that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
No ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

You got your cure for anxious
You got your pill for bad
But your fancy shoes and handbag
Can’t help you when you’re sad
‘Cause there ain’t no hat for that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
No ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

You got your cure for anxious
You got your pill for bad
But your fancy shoes and handbag
Can’t help you when you’re sad
‘Cause there ain’t no hat for that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
No ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

Ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that
There’s ain’t no hat 4 that
Ain’t no hat 4 that

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Alan Thicke / Joe Augello / Robin Charles Thicke / Robin Thicke

Ain’t No Hat 4 That lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

#stinewriting A Letter A Week Christine Bialczak poetry poems poetry Poetry to enjoy

A Letter A Week – G

Now this week’s prompts: G. Find it here

Place – Graceland

Emotion – Grief

Adjective – grandiose

Verb – gasp

My animal – Guinea Pig

The Piggie

A small little pig
with a cute little butt
with a cute little name
was in quite a rut
He followed his ma
to a place ‘cross the sand
A beautiful place
It was called Graceland.
The guinea pig gasped
to see such a place
a grandiose stage
With dark curtains and lace
He noticed the stage
had seen some sad days
The grief he could feel
glowing down like sun rays
But despite the sad vibe
there was joy here as well
and the cute little pig
thought his mama was swell
She brought him there too
to learn ’bout music and folks
But the pig couldn’t stop
hearing frogs chirp and croak
So he went with his ma
They went down to a bog
A safer place here instead
Sitting atop an old log.

©2022 CBialczak 2022