Stop Your Masochistic Fishing
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
So comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So comeon, comeon.
Stop your...
Masochistic fishing,
Just to hear me pitch a fit.
You know the shape I'm in,
When you smell the liniment.
So don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
Don't start...
Saying that you're missing my kissing,
When we're distant.
Comeon, comeon.
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Use It Or You'll Lose It
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Putting off today,
For tomorrow...
May from you disappear,
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Excuses made to hesitate,
Only dissipates what is real.
So...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Waiting for a day to remove double chins,
Or...
Praying someday you'll appear more thin,
Is...
Self defeating.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
Show what it is that you feel.
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
Comeon!
And...
Use it or you'll lose it.
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Jump Up With It
It is time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
To feel the best you can.
And open up your eyes,
Like you should.
And get that taste.
Don't hesitate.
If you just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
No need to compromise.
Or apologize for the living your life.
Get rid of that feeling and do it quick.
Stick it to 'em,
And comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Live your life and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Don't give in and quit.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Let it go and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
It's time you recognize,
And maximize the living your life.
If you jump up with it.
And do not sit.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't quit!
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Don't sit,
Just comeon...
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
Rejoice and comeon,
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Jump up with it.
Jump up with it.
This is your life.
Rejoice and comeon.
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Pop LeRoc
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With poppa!
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
With green peppers too!
To move in the groove,
With pop the rocker!
Come on and eat...
Tasty pasta with me.
Pop LeRoc!
Your poppa.
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
Before this night is through.
Rock with pop the rocker!
Gonna rock with your poppa.
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With your poppa!
That's what we can do.
Before this night is through.
There's no ticking clock,
Around your poppa!
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Don't Get Too Cocky
How shallow do I think you are?
That's not fair.
Comeon.
I've never said that about you.
All I said was...
Why would a people destroy themselves,
To inflict an empty and hollow ego...
Upon others to believe!
That was not a reference to you.
Even though I've seen you do some very stupid things...
You have yet come to me face to face,
Trying to convince me of your greatness.
Especially when I have been behind the scenes,
Doing all of the work...
You do not have the competence to do!
And both of us know that's true.
You do the visuals.
And I supply the brain and leg work
So...
Comeon.
As long as you and I know what's happening here...
Let others say what they want.
But I will offer this as a suggestion...
Don't get too cocky!
I don't want to spoil it...
For either one of us.
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Who Said That First?
'I'm going to say something foolish! '
YOU?
That's impossible.
'Seriously.
Why don't you listen to me sometimes.
Instead of acting as if you know so much.
Can't you at least 'pretend',
You are paying me 'some' attention? '
I'll do the best I can.
And...
Get set.
On your mark!
GO.
'Why are you giving me that look? '
Comeon.
Be serious.
Can't you be serious?
At least this one time.
Stop giving me that blank look.
That wide eyed stare.
Comeon...
Stop it! '
Well...
I 'tried to pay you 'some' attention.
That didn't work.
And then I tried to pretend,
I had amnesia.
That didn't work either.
Let's see...
That's about...
Three minutes total time.
You need more time than that?
'This is going nowhere! '
And 'who' said that first?
Didn't I tell you that?
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Show Us Some Love
Never do I wish to have you see,
My bad side.
That side of me,
That is stubborn.
Opinionated.
Self centered and selfish.
Closed to suggestions.
Not willing to listen.
Impatient, rude and offensive.
I want to show you I 'can' and will,
Know more about love!
'Comeon!
Are you through in there?
You're not the only one,
Needing to use the bathroom.'
~I'll be out in a moment.~
'We all hear you in there,
Talking to yourself.
Comeon...
Give us a break.'
~Give me a moment.
I'm just washing my face.~
Good luck to you my friend.
Remember...
I 'am' going to show you more love.
'Show us some 'love' and hurry up out of there.
Get away from that mirror!
We've got serious business to take care of.
There's a line out here.
Hurry up! '
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Give Me a Smile
I appreciate your efforts,
To clarify the exits.
With an enthused anticipation,
That I'd rehearse...
The coming and goings of my ways.
But you may find those exits,
More complexed than me.
I saw them in the construction stage.
And made my suggestions and recommendations...
As to whom through them should come and leave.
And it seems my opinions...
Although not often given,
Have, surprisingly, been approved.
Please don't tease.
Why do you look as stunned as you do?
You look bewildered?
I may associate with fools.
And enjoy their company.
But I have not been invited to deliver that speech.
You see this face I wear?
A seriousness you'll hear from me.
Please don't despair.
I will be brief.
I am here to bridge gaps.
And pour down fresh concrete.
I am here to ensure...
Misunderstandings once done,
Come to an end and cease.
With a foundation more dependable,
Than the one you had!
Did you think I was here to provide entertainment.
So you then could mock me, joke and laugh?
I'm here for that too!
When my comments are through.
You don't think what I do I take that seriously?
Comeon...
Do you?
Comeon...
DO YOU?
Give me a smile.
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My Screw You Poem
Please?
Comeon,
Please?
Please!
Look...
You are not that good anyway!
I am only begging,
Because I find it to be convenient.
So...
Don't get it messed up in your head.
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Too Too 'Fisticated
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to hold you in my arms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to feel all your charms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to hold you in my arms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to feel all your charms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to hold you in my arms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
I want to feel all your charms,
But...
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate.
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
Yes,
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
Comeon.
Loosen up,
Let's cut a rug.
Comeon.
Loosen up,
Let's cut this rug.
Put down,
That paper cup.
But on the floor don't crush it up.
Comeon.
Loosen up,
Let's cut a rug.
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
Comeon.
Loosen up,
Let's cut this rug.
Put down,
That paper cup.
But on the floor don't crush it up.
You're too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate.
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
You're sophisticated!
So sophisticated.
Too too 'fisticated'
That you can't relate..
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I Aint Been 'Right' Since
Just throw me any compliment you wish,
With superlatives dripping with adverbs and adjectives.
And don't forget that 'ego' written all over my forehead.
Be sure not to miss that.
That wants to be massaged.
I'm telling you...
Just how 'shallow' is my deepness?
Don't get me wrong...
I am tremendously grateful I am blessed,
But...
Comeon!
I guess some people perceive my head,
To be as big as...
Alaska or Texas.
I'd be stuck on 'uh' if it was.
I just do what I know I do.
Those who 'really' know me,
Know this is no secret.
The only time I was impressed,
Is when my mother followed my every movement...
During my tap dance recital.
She was on my every step.
Better than I was.
And that was 59yrs ago.
And it was more than 50yrs ago,
My sister 'Mimmie' exclaimed...
'Larry? You did 'not' write this! '
Her nosey eyes was all up in my business,
Back then.
Don't get me wrong...
I am tremendously grateful I am blessed,
But...
Comeon!
I guess some people perceive my head,
To be as big as...
Alaska or Texas.
It really isn't.
Although it's expected to be.
And I don't know why.
Not soon after my birth...
I demanded my parents,
Stop by the store...
To pick up some pads an pens!
I had some ideas to jot down...
As soon as we got home!
And wouldn't you know...
They got me pencils instead.
And I aint been 'right' since!
Well...
At least the pads had 'lines'.
Upon which I was prepared to deliver.
I am embellishing a little bit.
But...
Not by much.
Give or take a few years!
I would 'add' at least...
6 or 7.
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Pain
'Ouch.'
Once again,
Do you mind describing it?
For some reason,
I can feel my own when done.
But...
Your pain I am just not feeling.
'Maybe I should do,
What you've been doing to me?
To exchange the sensation.'
Comeon.
Let's be real about this.
What makes you think I want to feel 'your' pain?
Or my own self inflicted to prove what?
This is your experiment.
Not mine.
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From The Field Where The Game Is Played
People talk a good game!
But...
Either from the sidelines.
Or from the bleechers.
Even from the comforts of their homes.
However...
From the field where the game is played,
Nowhere are they seen...
To show anyone any proof at all,
They can hold a bat to foul or strike out.
And the hitting of a homerun to accomplish?
Comeon.
Let's be realistic.
That takes showing up.
And getting off one's butt!
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Keep That Thought
Why is the palm of your hand so wet and sweaty?
'I've never been 'here' in this position before.
And I am nervous about it.'
You don't look as if you are.
'That has nothing to do with my feelings.
And 'If' you were not holding my hand,
You would not have heard me confess it.'
But...
I thought you were the one protecting me?
That's why I asked 'you' to hold my hand.
'Keep that thought.
You have no idea how much that motivates,
The both of us.
Comeon...
Let's keep moving forward.'
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Please the One Who Pays the Bills
Express what you wish,
About how you believe I live.
Whether done negatively or positive.
Behind my closed doors...
Whatever it is I do,
Is a doing done that is.
And guess who's opinion is not considered...
Whenever a choice is made,
To please the one who pays the bills?
Comeon!
I'm sure you've got 'something' to offer about this?
Something to slip through those usual flapping lips.
Something to suggest or recommend,
That has not been solicited.
Before I respectfully ask you to leave and end your visit.
'I don't have people in my home like that! '
~Oh I don't either.
Not anymore.~
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Creative Specialties
I've been spoiled.
My grandparents.
Parents.
Sisters and ex-wives.
All had me believing...
I can choose to sit,
Permanently on any throne.
And stay for as long as I wish...
Since I was in command.
'Look dude...
Nobody here standing in line,
Cares who told you what.
You're not the only one,
Wishing a visit with Mother Nature.
Comeon, man! '
Well it is obvious to me...
None of you have been blessed with,
Creative specialties.
If you are patient,
I can sing for you...
Just 'one' chorus,
Of Moon River?
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Comeon! Agree With Me
I know I've been critical of my opponent,
With a wish from the beginning to see him fail.
And I know his attempts have been publicly presented.
While those I have made have yet to prevail.
But mentioning his failures adds a wind to my sail.
Comeon!
Agree with me.
Let us all demonize his efforts.
Okay?
And I know for many years,
I have made promises intended but did not exist.
But all I ask of you is to give me a chance,
To work on those promises...
With a hope in your minds they will become enhanced.
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Think About It
Think about it.
Is it really fair,
That anyone declared intelligent...
Should assume those not given that designation,
Are amongst those ignorant?
And should at all cost,
Be avoided?
And...
To that,
Your response would be?
Are you giving the question I asked,
More time to ponder?
Comeon.
Why are you looking at me,
Suspiciously?
Why are you backing away from me?
It's just a simple question.
Hey?
Hey?
You don't have to run away.
It's not my survey.
What is it you hide,
And try to protect?
HEY?
Some people today,
Get highly defensive...
By anyone attempting to communicate.
It's not like I asked anything to offend,
Intentionally.
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That Is A Mystery
Why is there such a high crime rate,
In these neighborhoods.
And the people hating themselves,
The way they do?
'That is a mystery.
One would think that the ways of the demon,
Taught in the churches on such a consistent basis...
Would have eliminated all of the evilness by now.
Huh?
Or that poverty, homelessness and hunger...
Would not exist.
But see...
I would not have noticed that at all,
If you had not brought that to my attention.
I had been ostracized many years ago.
Yep.
For being a nonconformist.
Had you not invited me to visit your relatives,
I wouldn't be here at all.
You must don't go to church?
Thank God I recognize on which side of the fence,
My blessings flow.
Comeon.
Let's get out of here.
We're already getting looks of suspicion.'
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Scoring The Most 'Browny Points
'What on Earth,
Are they doing over there? '
Making attempts to discourage the messenger,
From delivering the message.
'But...
We have the same assignment.
We all are doing the same thing.
Have you been discouraged? '
No.
Not at all.
In fact...
I have experienced just the opposite.
Have you been discouraged?
'No.
Why do you think,
They have selected him...
To be the one discouraged? '
I don't think they realize,
He is loving every moment of it.
Afterall...
Who amongst us,
Is scoring the most 'browny points'?
Do you remember what we were told?
'Yes, I do.
The more difficult the delivery,
The brighter one's star shines.'
You know what?
I hadn't thought about that.
Oh...
He thinks he's the slick one, huh?
Well...
Comeon.
Let's go lay under the Sun.
'To do what? '
Tan.
Do I need to get more specific?
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Discovered In Holes From Which They Hide
When someone spineless,
Hides behind a false identity...
With a smearing of character believed achieved,
They do themselves the harm.
They expose themselves to be the cheese,
Other rats eat.
They become the ones to suffer pain.
Hoping to victimize another,
Will give them something to gain.
But they become the ones,
Finding themselves demonized.
They are the ones who become surprised,
That those who are attacked...
Are the ones with the allies!
They are the ones,
Discovered in holes from which they hide.
They are the ones,
Sleepless at night.
Destroying themselves,
And their own lives!
'Comeon!
I was just kidding.'
~Don't worry about it.
You couldn't find anyone better,
Who loves a good joke! ~
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