The Island cougar
She's out to prove.
She's got just what it takes,
To keep up with those young bucks.
That keep making that mistake.
She's the one,
Keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same,
Here comes the Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
She's the Island cougar,
Don't abuse her.
You might just lose,
What you came to use.
She's got a bite like a barracuda.
And she's out to prove,
She can out do ya.
Like a mountain,
you want to climb.
Anytime is the right time,
To ride that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
The Island cougar,
Was out to prove.
She has all it takes.
Walk day and night,
Keep that body tight.
Keep them looking her way.
So, wait patiently,
for that Island cougar train.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
So, wait patiently.
For that Island cougar train.
To come around again.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
She's the one keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, wait patiently.
Your turn will come again.
She employees all the boys,
To use as toys.
She never goes home alone.
No need to sneak through the door,
She'll let you in.
So, you can ride that Island cougar train.
It might be after a red and black ball,
Or after a game.
But, after riding the Island cougar train.
You'll hang your head in shame.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
There are no refunds,
On the Island cougar train.
You'll both enjoy the ride,
Don't hang your head in shame.
You'll wear that badge till your dying day.
So, you can all look back with pride.
At the day, you all had a ride,
On the Island cougar train.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Cause and effect.
Killing us with every breath.
It's not GM crops and additives,
Pollution intolerance.
Cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Take with you memories, not regrets.
Have no pride, just common sense.
Cause and effect.
Listen to your heart, not your head.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Heat waves and climate change.
Aerosols aren't to blame.
Fibonacci sequences,
Nature gives us everything.
Concentration of wealth,
Corporations help themselves.
Population overload, so we're told.
We consume to survive.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind.
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Underneath the firmament,
As above, as below.
We only know what we've been told.
Only thing left to do,
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
Pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through.
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
Kingdom come or the promised land,
He'll send you there with a slap of his hand.
Poetic justice is a tune,
Rapture has been and gone.
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through,
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
I gave my life, I sacrificed.
I am the chosen one.
If you want to get to him,
You gotta go through me.
And I do not go down easily.
Get high, numb your mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Deuteronomy, prophecy.
Wormwood is imagery.
Consequence of idolatry.
Bitterness and grief.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day
The Island cougar
She's out to prove.
She's got just what it takes,
To keep up with those young bucks.
That keep making that mistake.
She's the one,
Keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same,
Here comes the Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
She's the Island cougar,
Don't abuse her.
You might just lose,
What you came to use.
She's got a bite like a barracuda.
And she's out to prove,
She can out do ya.
Like a mountain,
you want to climb.
Anytime is the right time,
To ride that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
The Island cougar,
Was out to prove.
She has all it takes.
Walk day and night,
Keep that body tight.
Keep them looking her way.
So, wait patiently,
for that Island cougar train.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
So, wait patiently.
For that Island cougar train.
To come around again.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
She's the one keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, wait patiently.
Your turn will come again.
She employees all the boys,
To use as toys.
She never goes home alone.
No need to sneak through the door,
She'll let you in.
So, you can ride that Island cougar train.
It might be after a red and black ball,
Or after a game.
But, after riding the Island cougar train.
You'll hang your head in shame.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
There are no refunds,
On the Island cougar train.
You'll both enjoy the ride,
Don't hang your head in shame.
You'll wear that badge till your dying day.
So, you can all look back with pride.
At the day, you all had a ride,
On the Island cougar train.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Cause and effect.
Killing us with every breath.
It's not GM crops and additives,
Pollution intolerance.
Cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Take with you memories, not regrets.
Have no pride, just common sense.
Cause and effect.
Listen to your heart, not your head.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Heat waves and climate change.
Aerosols aren't to blame.
Fibonacci sequences,
Nature gives us everything.
Concentration of wealth,
Corporations help themselves.
Population overload, so we're told.
We consume to survive.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind.
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Underneath the firmament,
As above, as below.
We only know what we've been told.
Only thing left to do,
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
Pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through.
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
Kingdom come or the promised land,
He'll send you there with a slap of his hand.
Poetic justice is a tune,
Rapture has been and gone.
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through,
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
I gave my life, I sacrificed.
I am the chosen one.
If you want to get to him,
You gotta go through me.
And I do not go down easily.
Get high, numb your mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Deuteronomy, prophecy.
Wormwood is imagery.
Consequence of idolatry.
Bitterness and grief.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day
Was it because,
That you were with her.
That made you smile.
Was it because,
You were with her,
Your life was worthwhile.
Was it because,
You were with her.
You closed the gate inside.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You sit alone and cry.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You live in denial.
Was it because of her.
Was it because,
That you were with her.
You won't take the time.
Was it because,
You were with her.
You won't reconcile.
Was it because,
You were with her,
You closed the gate inside.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You sit alone and cry.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You live in denial.
Was it because of her.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules,
There's nothing you can do.
Driving through the country I love,
She's the one I'm thinking of.
Mountain air, so crisp and clear.
Strangers waving hello and goodbye.
It's the story of my life.
A high tide floats all boats,
Lengthen your anchor rope.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Taking time to look around,
It's the story of my life.
Never had time for a wife,
If I slow down,
The kids might catch up with me.
Future so far, past so close.
It's catching up with me.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Open ground, see for years,
Towns that have no name,
Will never see me again.
That town was blown away,
Blew so hard It was lost to time.
Dust covered up all its crimes.
Lost to history.
Old country blues,
You all dance in foreign shoes.
This land does not belong to you.
Planes passing over head,
She knew what I was doing,
Before I was doing it.
She's the one I was thinking of.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue,
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to separate.
Politicians and politics,
Cops and the robbers,
The spiders and the snakes,
Crocodiles and the sharks.
All on the take.
Cops and the robbers,
they need to integrate.
Politicians are the robbers
The cops clear the way.
Democratic society, or so they say.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to separate.
Existential dilemma is this because we are free.
Inherently responsible, affirming the existence of such a thing.
The existential proposition,
Truth and reality are constructed fictions.
Creating the illusion,
We are really free.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to sperate.
Cops and the robbers,
Relate to existence.
In a concrete way.
Grounded in existence,
Having being in time and space.
Erosion of civil liberties,
Wake up before they fade away.
Fairy tales told,
coping mechanisms,
For existential anxieties.
Cops and the robbers,
Politicians and politics.
Too hard to separate.
Cops and the robbers,
All on the take.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Politicians and politics.
The snakes and the spiders,
Crocodiles and the sharks.
Too hard to separate.
.
You may call me the holy ghost,
I'm not your typical host.
I'll serve dinner for two,
With a size ten shoe.
When you land, you'll have a different attitude
You curse this earth,
With your decadence and indifference.
When dinner is through,
I go for the throat.
Carpe Jugulum.
Take back what was given to you.
My blood boils when I watch you,
Feasting on humanity.
I've been a gracious host,
Gave all that I had,
Never asked for thanks.
Your greed knows no bounds,
Time to clean the plate.
Cut down the family tree.
I'm the holy ghost; I go for the throat.
At the point of no return.
You may call me the holy ghost,
I'm not your typical host.
I'll serve dinner for two,
With a size ten shoe.
When you land, you'll have a different attitude.
Take back what was given to you,
My blood boils when I watch you,
Feasting on humanity.
I'm the holy ghost,
I've been a gracious host.
Gave all that I had,
Never asked for thanks.
.
Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Call me a fool, but I'll take you on.
All those new men in your life.
If you can remember their names,
Give them my number, get them to call me.
We can fight intellectually or roll on the floor,
I'll do both happily. you know me.
In my spare time I cut down trees.
Choose your words wisely, let's see who rises in victory.
I'm a gladiator of poetry; I'm a gladiator of poetry.
Facebook posts don't bother me.
I'm not a keyboard warrior,
I'll stand for all to see.
Because I'm a gladiator of poetry.
I'm a gladiator of poetry.
And hell, hath no fury like a gladiator of poetry.
There are no friends in love and war.
And wars aren't over until they're won.
So, bring it on. Call me a fool but I'll take you on
Break my bones, break my head.
Break my heart, I'd rather be dead.
I'm a thinker not a drinker.
And you've all been fore warned.
Hell, hath no fury like a man with a pen in his hand.
I'm a gladiator of poetry.
In my spare time I cut down trees.
Facebook posts don't bother me,
I'm not a keyboard warrior.
I'll stand for all to see.
Because I'm a gladiator of poetry.
I'm a gladiator of poetry.
And hell, hath no fury like a gladiator of poetry.
My words can cut like a sword,
We can fight intellectually or roll on the floor.
I'll do both happily.
Choose your words wisely,
Let's see who rises in victory.
Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Call me a fool, but I'll take you on.
I'm not a keyboard warrior, I'll stand for all to see.
I'm a gladiator of poetry; I'm a gladiator of poetry.
And hell, hath no fury like a gladiator of poetry.
The Island cougar
She's out to prove.
She's got just what it takes,
To keep up with those young bucks.
That keep making that mistake.
She's the one,
Keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same,
Here comes the Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
She's the Island cougar,
Don't abuse her.
You might just lose,
What you came to use.
She's got a bite like a barracuda.
And she's out to prove,
She can out do ya.
Like a mountain,
you want to climb.
Anytime is the right time,
To ride that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
The Island cougar,
Was out to prove.
She has all it takes.
Walk day and night,
Keep that body tight.
Keep them looking her way.
So, wait patiently,
for that Island cougar train.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
So, wait patiently.
For that Island cougar train.
To come around again.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
She's the one keeping you warm.
Saturday night after the game.
Every week it's the same.
Here comes that Island cougar train.
So, wait patiently.
Your turn will come again.
She employees all the boys,
To use as toys.
She never goes home alone.
No need to sneak through the door,
She'll let you in.
So, you can ride that Island cougar train.
It might be after a red and black ball,
Or after a game.
But, after riding the Island cougar train.
You'll hang your head in shame.
So, roll her in flower.
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
We'll know you stayed too long,
By the herpes on your face.
Roll her in flower,
Bake her for an hour.
Then just walk away.
No one wants stale cake anyway.
There are no refunds,
On the Island cougar train.
You'll both enjoy the ride,
Don't hang your head in shame.
You'll wear that badge till your dying day.
So, you can all look back with pride.
At the day, you all had a ride,
On the Island cougar train.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Cause and effect.
Killing us with every breath.
It's not GM crops and additives,
Pollution intolerance.
Cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Take with you memories, not regrets.
Have no pride, just common sense.
Cause and effect.
Listen to your heart, not your head.
It's cause and effect.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes.
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind,
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Heat waves and climate change.
Aerosols aren't to blame.
Fibonacci sequences,
Nature gives us everything.
Concentration of wealth,
Corporations help themselves.
Population overload, so we're told.
We consume to survive.
Pussy sticks and cigarettes,
Illegal substances.
Gorilla glue, chronic too.
Nothing bad about feeling good.
Gate way in your mind.
Potential hidden deep inside.
7.83 the Schuman frequency.
Resonate with the galaxy.
It's cause and effect.
Underneath the firmament,
As above, as below.
We only know what we've been told.
Only thing left to do,
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
Pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through.
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
Kingdom come or the promised land,
He'll send you there with a slap of his hand.
Poetic justice is a tune,
Rapture has been and gone.
Get high, numb the mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Raze the earth,
pollute the seas.
I blew the trumpet,
I'm the guiding light.
Wormwood is breaking through,
It'll land where I tell it to.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day.
I gave my life, I sacrificed.
I am the chosen one.
If you want to get to him,
You gotta go through me.
And I do not go down easily.
Get high, numb your mind.
Look through hazy eyes.
Just be blind to the signs.
Deuteronomy, prophecy.
Wormwood is imagery.
Consequence of idolatry.
Bitterness and grief.
Turn around, march the other way.
It's repentance or judgement day
Was it because,
That you were with her.
That made you smile.
Was it because,
You were with her,
Your life was worthwhile.
Was it because,
You were with her.
You closed the gate inside.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You sit alone and cry.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You live in denial.
Was it because of her.
Was it because,
That you were with her.
You won't take the time.
Was it because,
You were with her.
You won't reconcile.
Was it because,
You were with her,
You closed the gate inside.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You sit alone and cry.
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her,
Was it because of her.
You live in denial.
Was it because of her.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules,
There's nothing you can do.
Driving through the country I love,
She's the one I'm thinking of.
Mountain air, so crisp and clear.
Strangers waving hello and goodbye.
It's the story of my life.
A high tide floats all boats,
Lengthen your anchor rope.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Taking time to look around,
It's the story of my life.
Never had time for a wife,
If I slow down,
The kids might catch up with me.
Future so far, past so close.
It's catching up with me.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Open ground, see for years,
Towns that have no name,
Will never see me again.
That town was blown away,
Blew so hard It was lost to time.
Dust covered up all its crimes.
Lost to history.
Old country blues,
You all dance in foreign shoes.
This land does not belong to you.
Planes passing over head,
She knew what I was doing,
Before I was doing it.
She's the one I was thinking of.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue,
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to separate.
Politicians and politics,
Cops and the robbers,
The spiders and the snakes,
Crocodiles and the sharks.
All on the take.
Cops and the robbers,
they need to integrate.
Politicians are the robbers
The cops clear the way.
Democratic society, or so they say.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to separate.
Existential dilemma is this because we are free.
Inherently responsible, affirming the existence of such a thing.
The existential proposition,
Truth and reality are constructed fictions.
Creating the illusion,
We are really free.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Too hard to sperate.
Cops and the robbers,
Relate to existence.
In a concrete way.
Grounded in existence,
Having being in time and space.
Erosion of civil liberties,
Wake up before they fade away.
Fairy tales told,
coping mechanisms,
For existential anxieties.
Cops and the robbers,
Politicians and politics.
Too hard to separate.
Cops and the robbers,
All on the take.
The whole world needs cops and robbers,
Cops and robbers need to celebrate.
Yes, they need to celebrate.
Cops and the robbers,
Politicians and politics.
The snakes and the spiders,
Crocodiles and the sharks.
Too hard to separate.
.
Blah Blah Blah, Blah Blah, Blah Blah Blah. I don't write about sunshine and lollipops. no. I write about the other stuff. The stuff that makes you stop and think, what kind of world do we live in? I don't research or fact check. Research, I was there. Fact checks, it happened to me.
