Catman (The Rosies Are Coming)
Catman, youre looking cool today,
We say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my hangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So keep your high-heel boots and your knee-high mind,
Come up to my pad and see my work,
Go for a meal and hear my joke,
Or get in a bag and take a poke,
But dont be too clever or well kick your fillies in.
Look out, look out,
The rosies are coming to town.
Look out, catman, look out, catman,
The rosies are flashing along.
Catman, we feel a fool today,
I say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my wangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So leave your well polished tail and your uptight suit,
Show us some funnies that are better than daddies,
Or bake us some cakes that are better than mommies,
Or give us your witties that are trapped in your willies,
But dont be too clever or well scratch your goodies out.
Watch out, watch out,
The rosies are riding the town.
Watch out, catman, watch out, catman,
The rosies are slashing about.
Catman, shining your tools today,
They say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my fangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So save your thigh high thoughts and your banana skin,
Well burn your pansies and give you a bug,
Well squeeze your lemon and give you a mug,
Well cut your daisies and give you a slug,
And dont be too clever or well blow your sillies off.
Keep out, keep out,
The rosies are passing the town.
Keep out, catman, keep out, catman,
The rosies are bashing around.
Coochy coochy coo, bunny bunny boo, patti patti poo,
Catman! catman! where are you?
Dont be a prune, catman, give us all youve got.
Your blueberry eyes and your evergreen lies.
cause after all, by this fall you might grow too old,
And you cant ask your mommy to use an old fruity in her pie.
Patter cake, patter cake, bakers man,
Bake me a cake as slow as you can.
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with o
And put it in the oven for me and my mo.
Batter cake, batter cake, bakers girl,
Fake me a cake as fast as you curl.
Bat it, and whip it, and mark it with blood
And throw it in the oven with trickles and mud.
Wetter cake, wetter cake, bakers boy,
Make me a cake thats sweet as your toy.
Wet it, and slick it, and mark it with p
And leave it in the oven for lizzie and me.
Catman! catman!
Hey, dumballs, get me a pair of rubber dolls, will you!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Man -
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Catman
Catman, you're looking cool today,
We say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my hangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So keep your high-heel boots and your knee-high mind,
Come up to my pad and see my work,
Go for a meal and hear my joke,
Or get in a bag and take a poke,
But don't be too clever or we'll kick your fillies in.
Look out, look out,
The rosies are coming to town.
Look out, catman, look out, catman,
The rosies are flashing along.
Catman, we feel a fool today,
I say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my wangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So leave your well polished tail and your uptight suit,
Show us some funnies that are better than daddies,
Or bake us some cakes that are better than mommies,
Or give us your witties that are trapped in your willies,
But don't be too clever or we'll scratch your goodies out.
Watch out, watch out,
The rosies are riding the town.
Watch out, catman, watch out, catman,
The rosies are slashing about.
Catman, shining your tools today,
They say, catman, umm, catman, umm.
My name is rosy and my fangs on you,
Catman, umm, catman.
So save your thigh high thoughts and your banana skin,
We'll burn your pansies and give you a bug,
We'll squeeze your lemon and give you a mug,
We'll cut your daisies and give you a slug,
And don't be too clever or we'll blow your sillies off.
Keep out, keep out,
The rosies are passing the town.
Keep out, catman, keep out, catman,
The rosies are bashing around.
Coochy coochy coo, bunny bunny boo, patti patti poo,
Catman! catman! where are you?
Don't be a prune, catman, give us all you've got.
Your blueberry eyes and your evergreen lies.
'cause after all, by this fall you might grow too old,
And you can't ask your mommy to use an old fruity in her pie.
Patter cake, patter cake, baker's man,
Bake me a cake as slow as you can.
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with 'o'
And put it in the oven for me and my mo.
Batter cake, batter cake, baker's girl,
Fake me a cake as fast as you curl.
Bat it, and whip it, and mark it with blood
And throw it in the oven with trickles and mud.
Wetter cake, wetter cake, baker's boy,
Make me a cake that's sweet as your toy.
Wet it, and slick it, and mark it with 'p'
And leave it in the oven for lizzie and me.
Catman! catman!
Hey, dumballs, get me a pair of rubber dolls, will you!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Man -
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
Catman!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Mentor
In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone
In dreams she asks my guidance
How to live in holy silence
Beyond the anger of her father
Enrich her mind and soul
Hold me inside all the night
Your leader’s your baby
Hold me inside all the night
Your teacher loves you crazy
In dreams she feels me beside her
As I stoke her female fire
In a world that feels so lonely
I fill her need and hope
In dreams I appear and take her
On wings of heaven’s power
Beyond tears that stain her pillow
She takes my love and poem.
Hold me inside all the night
Your leader’s your baby
Hold me inside all the night
Your teacher loves you crazy
song performed by by Henry Iglesias, music by Catman Cohen, lyrics by Catman Cohen from How I Want to Die: the Catman Chronicles 1 (2005)
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I enjoy hanging around energetic, effervescent young men and women because they have yet to learn how to spell the word "LIFE"... P_A_I_N.
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Poet or Sinner
You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head
You were just a child
Nothing’s ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
Come take my hand
Share my lonely dinner
Tell me if you think
I’m a poet or sinner
Poet or sinner
Tell me what I am
Poet or sinner
Be the angel who can
Raise the dead
While marshmallow dreams
Drown in the tide
Change my world
With the taste of ruin
Flowing from my eyes
Turn back time
Soaked in bubbles
Of our reckless lives
Poet or sinner?
Don’t know what I am
You knew me when I fought demons
In your tangled hair
You knew me when I marked you
With my stain of despair
You were just a child
Nothing’s ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
All I know
I’ll love you in shadows
Till the sun disappears
All I know
I’ll love you in shadows
Till His Light reappears
Poet or sinner?
Don’t know what I am
song performed by by Catman Cohen, music by Catman Cohen, lyrics by Catman Cohen from How I Want to Dream: the Catman Chronicles 3 (2009)
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If I Could Divide the Smell of Flowers
If I could divide the smell of flowers
I’d send some to the falsely charged
Locked in prison cells
Send some to the lonely seniors
Trapped in apartment hells
Send some to the weary miners
Sweating beneath the ground
Send some to the invisible people
Hauling our garbage ‘round
Some answers in life are so easy
Like zero plus zero is none
But how do we divide the smell of flowers
So their fragrance is shared by everyone?
If I could divide the smell of flowers
I’d pass some to the frightened animals
Caged against their wills
Pass some to the dying birds
Choking on oil spills
Pass some to the angry kids
Sniffing up airplane glue
Pass some to the crying widow
Missing the love she knew
Some answers in life are so easy
Like zero plus zero is none
But how do we divide the smell of flowers
So their fragrance is shared by everyone?
If I could divide the smell of flowers
Then you’d always have your share
If I could divide the smell of flowers
There’d be sweetness around you
Everywhere
song performed by by Henry Iglesias, music by Catman Cohen, lyrics by Catman Cohen from How I Want to Live: the Catman Chronicles 2 (2005)
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Do not name your children Paris, Britney, Ashley, Justin, Jesse or any other populist favorites because, in 20 more years, there will not be a child in the world who will want those names, the epithets for tired old wrinkled prunes with faded tattoos and droopy piercings, vestiges of a culture no longer sufficiently consumerist to warrant attention or interest from the taste-makers of the day.
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We live in a society where increasingly our eco-socio-politico eductation is presented by "court jesters" such as Bill Maher, Howard Stern, Al Franken, et al. Just how low have we sunk when people require a punch line in order to examine any serious topic? It won't be long before the only requirements to become a school teacher will be a great stand-up routine and a colorful clown's wig.
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The concept of a "billionaire philanthropist" is an oxymoron. If somebody has amassed a billion dollars of net worth, that person likely did so by overcharging for products or services either through monopolistic or oligopoly power in the marketplace. It would be much more impressive to see the "billionaire philanthropist" drastically cut prices for the benefit of mankind rather than merely handing over 10%-20% of personal net worth for purposes of obtaining a tax break long after having gouged the consumer.
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As Hurricane Sandy clearly demonstrated, there is a woeful lack of redundancy in the nation's health care facilities. However, take solace in knowing there are no lack of choices in those things the advertisers convince us should matter more. For example, right now, you can purchase at least five different varieties of perfume by Paris Hilton at your local mall so, even if you can no longer find a single hospital anywhere nearby, the good news is we live in a society where you'll never lack for options to smell good while you suffer in pain.
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The culture police, aka, the neo-McCarthyites, have erected new scapegoats by which they can censor or attack their enemies. Back in the 50s, if you were deemed to be a communist, your world would come crashing down, in both professional and personal matters. Today, if you have a relationship with any Russian, you might face the most negative repercussions for alleged treason. Worse yet, if you are deemed to be a racist, misogynist, or homophobe, your life will be destroyed instantly. Meanwhile, the Atheist war against the devoutly religious escalates, albeit with one exception: the Islamists are provided special exemption, thanks primarily to the massive, global, propaganda machine they erected, courtesy of the multi-billions at their disposal via the oil & gas revenues generated since formation of the OPEC cartel.
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The Final Confessions II
These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
Back into the shadows
(That hard black fog)
Where darkness has its way
(God rest your soul)
Nothing left to tell you
(It’s all been said)
No more songs to write
(This silent Fall)
Nothing left to offer
(The well’s been bled)
From a shadow’s waning life
(Who lost it all)
Take my words and hold them
(Don’t be afraid)
Place them near your heart
(And heal your pain)
Shadow words will kiss you
(And heal your pain)
When your world turns dark
(Don’t’ be afraid)
And I kiss you
Kiss you
I kiss you in the dark
poem by Catman Cohen
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We live today within a society that has rejected centuries of tradition and the resultant upheaval has led to gay marriage, transgender bathrooms, women in combat, sanctuary cities, the war against national icons deemed to be racist, and many other radical social changes. Ipso facto, nothing is more amusing than the indignant, outraged, politically correct fascists screaming for the restoration of a traditional presidency. No doubt modern times demand different methods and it is nothing short of brilliant for the presidency to utilize Twitter in order to bypass the Big Media brainwash machine. In a society that is in total upheaval on so many fronts, only the most naïve would expect the presidency to remain a traditional artifact, still operating in the same antiquated manner of other national leaders who antedated the current tumult.
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I Prefer Crazed Blue Eyes
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won't
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don't you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let's share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let's meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
poem by Catman Cohen
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Roses, Rubies, and Strawberries
Mi fantasma dulce
Send me a rose
This Valentine's Day
A single red
Reminds me of
The crimson light
We shared
Years ago
Mi fantasma dulce
Send me a ruby
This Valentine's Day
A single red
Reminds me of
The sparkling passion
We shared
Years ago
Mi fantasma dulce
Send me a strawberry
This Valentine's Day
A single red
Reminds me of
The earthen treats
We shared
Years ago
Mi fantasma dulce
Where did all those red years go?
Of
Roses
Rubies
And
Straw berries
Porque
Es día de San Valentín
Y tú no estás
Aquí
poem by Catman Cohen
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I had a good friend, a sweet elderly gentleman who was unabashedly gay, and he passed away several years ago. He used to denounce gay marriage in the most vicious manner and, so one day, I asked him what inspired such strong sentiments. He responded, “Honey, I can’t stand religions since most seem to have issues with those of my kind...and I can not fathom why any gay person would embrace any institution such as marriage that is a religious sacrament. In doing so, they only succeed in offending the religious majority and creating even more hatred against my kind. It just makes no sense!” Today, my gay friend would be unable to voice openly such a contrarian opinion since, within a society under thrall of politically correct fascists, aka, neo-McCarthyites, such a sentiment would be deemed to be a “hate crime.” Until the politically correct fascists are removed from their positions of power in our society, particularly within the academe and Big Media, then the suppression of free speech will continue and everybody will be compelled to walk upon eggshells, no matter what their race, religion, or sexual preference.
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I never held any preference between Republicans and Democrats, since I always believed that, although both parties diverge in terms of social policies, they both bow down to the same Wall Street puppet-masters. However, a rabid lunacy has overtaken the Democrats and their Big Media proxies. Sadly, it manifests in the most pernicious forms of racial, sexual, and political neo-McCarthyism. If a person can be linked closely to a Russian, then he may be accused of treason. If a man is the least bit aggressive with a woman, then he might be tarnished as a predator. If a white has the audacity to contradict a black or brown, then he faces ludicrous denunciation as a racist who is guilty of privilege. In the future, historians will look back upon this chapter in USA history, in which a contagion of politically correct fascism, aka, neo-McCarthyism, swept across the land, and they may determine that the cumulative damage to the national psyche constitutes a cultural Black Death, far more nefarious to the human spirit than the original medieval plague."
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Take Me to Duck Heaven
In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A duck
I called
Tawnablu
A quacker kind of
Bird
Recognizable by the
Aquamarine
Feathers
Atop her bobbing head
She swam aloof from
The rest
And refused all bread
Crumbs
Thrown her way
Even the finest bits
Collected from week old
French bread
Leftovers from the
Bakery
Down the road
The one managed by a
Croatian
Kick boxer from the Bronx
The one that
Refused entry to
Shirtless
Skateboarding
Teens
But kindly gave me
All the crusty crumbs I
Could bag
For my
Duck feeding
Addiction
And I am not embarrassed
Not so macho
To say
I loved that duck
My Tawnablu
In ways I can never
Describe
But let me try
To put my affection
Into words
Just this once:
Tawnablu, my pretty Canard
Quacking so hard
I want to ride your back
Down a stream
Without end
Tawnablu, my epic Canard
Quacking so hard
Take me, wild beauty
All the way to
Duck Heaven
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Give Me Back My Shirt
You stole my shirt again
The one with stains
Beneath my armpits
You lied and said
The shirt somehow fell
Into your suitcase
A dark black shadow
That hurled itself off a cliff
And landed inside your
Sad blonde soul
And when you sleep alone at night
In the naked stretch of your wine-soaked skin
Do you smell my harsh manly aroma
In the pillow of your theft?
Do you wet yourself in the taste of
The baby felons we might make?
Do you imagine yourself wearing
My body
Upon the sharp thrusts of my
Contempt
And
Love?
For a liar, a thief, a fetishist for
Fabric
That revives memories
Of lust long faded
You stole my shirt again
The one that has faint traces
Of your drool, in the way you
Drip yourself upon me
In the hot slumber of your
Babbling incoherent dreams
Give me back my shirt
It was a present from my sister
Who rarely bought me anything
Except for a blue cotton candy
Vivid blue
Like your icy sullen eyes
In the childhood
Of my lonely
Indelible
Lament
poem by Catman Cohen
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There is a strange hypocrisy preached by the politically correct fascists, aka, neo-McCarthyites, of the nation, who imagine themselves to be members of a progressive intelligentsia. In their minds, it is perfectly acceptable to denounce the residents of heartland states in the most vicious, pejorative, terms, e.g., hicks, rubes, inbreds, hillbillies, rednecks, bible thumpers, etc. However, in the minds of the bi-coastal intelligentsia, it is entirely unacceptable for those same heartland residents to cast analogous negative epithets upon those groups who constitute the new Tyranny of Minorities, e.g., LGBT, black supremacists, illegal aliens, Atheists, etc., all aiming to impose their norms upon the heartland. Membership within any minority does not grant special exemptions nor privileges and, most importantly, does not excuse any egregious lapses of social etiquette. Until the politically correct fascists learn to respect their own heartland neighbors, they best cease didactic, condescending, lectures about how they expect others to treat them.
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The Crime of Being Me
On a brutal winter night
We stood bravely side by side
Against snowballs launched our way
By the enemies of our kind
In a graveyard’s mourning light
We both choked up, cried and cried
As the angels lifted him
On Death’s gloomy wings of flight
And you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
And my only wish for you, my brother
Is someday you’ll understand
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
In the haze of our carefree youth
We both wildly joked and joked
About wicked ironies
Of the enemies of Truth
Beside a pool so crystal blue
We both really hoped and hoped
That good luck would fill our lives
In everything we would pursue
But you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
And my only wish for you, my brother
Is someday you’ ll understand
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
And yet the pain has made me strong
I forgive you, you’re my brother
(2005)
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