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  Out of all of us there, I alone did survive,

  The other car burned, everyone in it died.

  The blaze consumed all, I can still hear their cries,

  When bodies were freed, they all looked like French fries.

  Now I alone stand, before the mad jury,

  They do not look pleased, I’ll feel their fury.

  20 years up to life, I will serve doing time,

  7 manslaughter counts, I’ve committed a crime.

  So the next time you choose, and get behind the wheel,

  After drinking and drive, your automobile.

  Know I will be waiting, in my prison cell,

  For you to come join me, in this place called Hell.

  We’ll talk of the days, when we ran up a tab,

  And shouldn’t have driven, but taken a cab.

  Stalker

  By: Andrew J Green

  I’m watching her from, outside of the store,

  She works all night long, this place until 4.

  The man she is working with, here at this job,

  I think he’s the boss, he’s a real fat slob.

  I only want her, so she’ll satisfy me,

  My lusts and my needs, all my fantasies.

  She’s blond and she’s tall, and her body won’t quit,

  Want her all for myself, I really want it,

  She is so good looking, a genuine find,

  While I’m watching here, think I’m losing my mind.

  She’d never be seen, with someone like me,

  I’ll change that around, I’ll have her you’ll see.

  When she leaves this job, she sometimes goes home,

  She’s never with someone, she’s always alone.

  She lives with her folks, at the end of the street,

  Two people I wonder, if I’ll ever meet.

  I want her so much, her bodies so fine,

  I’ll take her one day, and then make her mine.

  If she tries to struggle, or put up a fight,

  I’ll tell her, “Shut up!”, and then show her a knife.

  That works on the girls, most all of the time,

  Tell her if she is nice, I’ll be real kind.

  I’ll make her my lover, as long as I want,

  Then dump her spent body, way deep in the swamp.

  They will try to find her, as hard as they can,

  They’ll question the neighbors, and search all the land.

  But I’ll move on, there’s a woman down state,

  She served me one day, and she really looked great.

  The headlines will read, that they finally found her,

  The victim of an evil, sexual predator.

  Grabbed

  By: Andrew J. Green

  I’m walking alone, from my friends house it’s late,

  Mom told me make sure, that I was home by 8.

  We played a long time, with his new video,

  He has the new version, the latest Mario.

  I walk past a stranger, and cut through the lot,

  If I’m not home soon, I’m going to get shot.

  Mom worries about me, at times like no other,

  I guess that’s why she alone, earned the name Mother.

  I’m a big kid now though, I am almost 13,

  No one could hurt me, do you know what I mean?

  There’s a girl at my school, I think that she is hot,

  Wonder if she likes me, she may or may not.

  As I think about all, of the things in my life,

  A man grabs my arm, and is holding me tight.

  I hit him and kick him, but something is wrong,

  I thought I was big, and was bad, and was strong.

  He dragged me and threw me, in the trunk of his car,

  Don’t know where we’re going, it seems to be far.

  My heart won’t stop racing, my arm hurts so bad,

  I wish I could call up, my mom or my dad.

  This truly is happening, it doesn’t seem real,

  I’m frightened and scared, and that’s all that I feel.

  I’ve heard of this happen, from news on TV,

  I never would think, this could happen to me.

  They never find people, who this happens to,

  What will happen to me? I have not a clue.

  I hear the car stop, he is coming around,

  He opens the trunk, and throws me to the ground.

  He’s being so mean, what did I do to him?

  He’s strong like the guys, who work out at a gym.

  He’s dragging me to, a house next to a field,

  What will he do to me, what pain will I feel?

  He’s chaining me to, a big post on the floor,

  Taking off all my clothes, but I don’t know what for.

  The next 3 long days, were my personal Hell,

  He did things to me, that I would never tell.

  He taped my mouth shut, and then tied me again,

  Threw me back in the trunk, wondered when will this end?

  When he drove to the place, where he wanted to be,

  Again pulling me out, and tied lead weights to me.

  We walked to a boat, that was out by a lake,

  He paddled us out, my last breath I did take.

  I died on a Wednesday, at night in the fall,

  It’s been 3 plus years, mother waits for a call.

  She has a hard time, tries to deal and cope,

  But like a good mother, she holds on to hope.

  So now listen here, you big tough little boy,

  To the ghost of a child, who was used as a toy.

  A killer can grab you, when your guard is down,

  And end up like me, a boy tortured and drown.

  So don’t be the last, coming out of the gate,

  Just listen to mother, and be home by 8.

  The Man Inside

  By: Andrew J. Green

  There’s someone who lives, somewhere inside me,

  He’s a beast called The Killer, who I’d never be.

  He stands six foot seven, his weight is 280,

  He’d never come out, and hurt any lady.

  When I lose control, he loves to cause pain,

  The battle is on, like a down pouring rain.

  I cry for the Lord, get control of this man,

  He helps me to stop it, whenever He can.

  It’s me that I’m fighting, the beast from within,

  The anger, the pain, the hatred, the sin.

  I don’t know how come, I end up this way,

  When someone hurts me, I want them to pay.

  The man then comes out, and says, “You’ve done your best,

  I’ll take it from here, and take care of the rest.”

  The things that he says, how they cut like a knife,

  They cause much more trouble, and fighting, and strife.

  When he gets his fill, yes his full pound of flesh,

  I feel so bad, I feel so selfish.

  He sometimes thinks he, has made everything good,

  That isn’t his nature, no he never could.

  Thinks instilling such fear, inside someone’s soul,

  Will make them respect him, his heart is like coal.

  It’s black and it’s hard, it’s cold just like rock.

  Wakes up when I’m hurt, pain is the alarm clock.

  So don’t blame me for, what you think that I do,

  If you hurt me real bad, and I become unglued.

  It’s the man who lives someplace, deep inside me,

  A beast called The Killer, who I’d never be.

  Nightclub Fire

  By: Andrew J. Green

  Me and a friend, planned a road trip one day,

  We were going to see, our favorite band play.

  They played different venues, all over the state,

  We really enjoy them, we think they are great.

  The place became filled, so that we couldn’t move,

  The band started playing, t
hey started to groove.

  The fans who had loved them, would push and would fight,

  To get to the stage, see this band called Great White.

  We had a spot though, we were back in the rear,

  But I said to my friend, that I’m glad that we’re here.

  I never thought there were, too many in the room,

  A place that would be, for so many their tomb.

  When they started to play, they had set off pyro,

  Caused the wall to ignite, thought was part of the show.

  But flames spread too quickly, no one even knew,

  Soundproofing was flammable, the fire quickly grew.

  We all lost our minds, and ran for the door.

  One person fell down, others tripped to the floor.

  I barely got out, when I heard my friend cry,

  “Don’t leave me in here, to burn and to die.”

  When I turned around, he was stuck in a pile,

  Of people who stacked, to what seemed like a mile.

  I grabbed for his arm, and tried to pull him out,

  The people were screaming, would cry and would shout.

  But I couldn’t move him, was packed in too tight.

  On this cold and frigid, cursed wintry night.

  The smoke and flames came, like a dragon from Hell,

  I watched them all burn, so this story I tell.

  I went home alone, it just doesn’t seem fair,

  That my friend had died, on the night we were there.

  Reports have said why, it had burned to the ground,

  The codes weren’t enforced, before it had burned down.

  The number that died, was around one hundred,

  I’ll never forget, that night filled with dread.

  I guess you don’t know, when the Reaper will come.

  And pay you a visit, this day could be one.

  So live while you can, everyday have a blast,

  You never know if, this day is your last.

  The Gig

  By: Andrew J. Green

  Pick up the guitar, strike an “A Minor” cord,

  Barely hear myself think, from the crowd and their roar.

  After 3rd or 4th note, then the drummer jumps in,

  Double bass drum explodes, now we’re really rockin.

  The symbols’ high pitch, are like shattering glass,

  The snare and the toms, they can really kick ass.

  The Fender guitar, makes a screaming pitch cry,

  Like a terrified girl, on a carnival ride.

  The amps are maxed out, and my voice starts to quake,

  As the reverb is set, this is starting out great.

  The smoke from the reefer, is thick like a cloud,

  The music sounds good, it is hard and it’s loud.

  The speakers sound like, they are going to bake,

  Putting this gig together, is no piece of cake.

  The fans crowd the front, and they push on the stage,

  Thrust their fists in the air, like they’re lost in a rage.

  The energy here, it could raise up the dead,

  Or bring life to someone, dying on their death bed.

  The lead guitar solo, can put you in shock,

  As the talented player, shows all how to rock.

  We will play for 3 hours, giving all that we’ve got,

  80 dollars a ticket, we can’t afford not.

  To give what they want, and hope when we end,

  They will come back to see us, again and again.

  When we finish tonight, pour us into the plane,

  Fly us to the next city, Indiana, Fort Wayne.

  We will sleep for 6 hours, and we already know,

  On the very next day, it’s a full sold out show.

  There’ll be 55,000, at the concert that night,

  We can only hope everything, will work out alright.

  We will tour, and we’ll tour, and we’ll tour until when,

  We’re completely burnt out, and then do it again.

  So listen to words, from this singer today,

  You’ll only live once, so do it your way.

  If you’re seeking through music, the fortune and fame,

  You’d better have heart, to survive in this game.

  But the feelings unreal, a spiritual high,

  I’ll do this forever, or least ‘til I die.

  Too Much TV

  By Andrew J. Green

  I have never been in a fight,

  But I’ve slaughtered legions.

  I’ve never been with a woman,

  But have bred harems.

  I have never been in an airplane,

  But have flown F16’s in combat.

  I’ve never fired a rifle,

  But have been a sniper at war.

  I’ve never been to college,

  But have been a professor at Yale.

  I know little about politics,

  But have been a President of the United States.

  I know nothing about business,

  But have been the C.E.O. of a company.

  I have never broken the law,

  But I have robbed 100 banks.

  I’ve never been on a horse,

  But have rode with Billy the Kid.

  I know nothing about narcotics,

  But I have been a Columbian drug lord.

  I’ve never been out of my state,

  But I have climbed Mt. Everest.

  I have never been to med school,

  But I’ve been a surgeon at a hospital.

  I’ve never been hurt,

  But I’ve died a thousand deaths.

  I don’t have an imagination,

  But I have a television.

  Growing Old

  By: Andrew J. Green

  Every line on my face, tells a story or two,

  The wrinkles I have, should give you a clue.

  That life wasn’t easy, or simple or grand,

  The payment was made, with the highest demand.

  If crows feet on eyes, could equal a word,

  You would surely believe, that I have the whole bird.

  People think that I’m losing, my hair by the row,

  I’m not losing my hair, my head proceeds to grow.

  Gone from a 4 head , to a 6 head of lack,

  Growing out my eyebrows, will be combing them back.

  I can’t look down now, and see my big toe,

  My belly sticks out, and continues to grow.

  My 6 pack stomach, is now a whole case,

  To the toilet on time, is my only race.

  My joints are all sore, and my neck is so tight,

  Buckling up my soaked pants, has become such a fight.

  Hair grows in such places, that I can’t keep track,

  You’d think that I’m Bigfoot, for what’s on my back.

  My eyes and my ears and my mind have gone South,

  I can hardly wait, to completely check out.

  Things that were once precious, have grown so routine,

  I’m no longer sweet, I have grown to be mean.

  Grandchildren that come, seem to be such a bother,

  I tell them they’re rotten, should beat them, their father.

  My ears, I can’t hear, they could use such a cleaning,

  My loneliness, loneliness, life has no meaning.

  I’m mad at God because, I woke up today,

  I can’t wait for Him, to just take me away.

  The things that were good, have all grown to be bad,

  It’s been 20 years, since I really felt glad.

  Today when I sneezed, 3 times and then 4,

  My dentures flew out, and then broke on the floor.

  I lost my ear aid, that will help me to hear,

  Fell into my bed, and got stuck in my rear.

  I believe that these people, have all lost their mind,

  They say they’re my children, and they act so kind.

  I’m afraid when they come, I don�
�t know what to say,

  Don’t know who they are, wish they’d all go away.

  But they come all the time, and they call me their Dad,

  I don’t even know them, it makes me so mad.

  More and more of them come, from parts of the state,

  They give me fruit baskets, and say I look great.

  They say I went hunting, and fishing, and out,

  I don’t even know, what they’re talking about.

  But they come all the time, and it makes them feel good.

  I’d get up and run out, if only I could.

  So I’ll tolerate them, and their children until,

  I’m buried down deep, at the base of the hill.

  Celebrity Mouth

  By: Andrew J. Green

  Jack and Jill, two famous celebs,

  Who use their free speech, no limits or regs.

  They cut down our country, for enforcing the peace,

  Removing a tyrant, from the Middle East.

  The opinions they spew, they think they shed light,

  Rogue countries laugh at us, for giving this right.

  To those on the left, who abuse such great power,

  Don’t insult our great country, in this tender hour.

  If you spoke what you think, in a place like Iraq,

  They would cut out your tongue, after breaking your back.

  A woman like you, beautiful with long hair,

  Would be raped by an army, making it sore down there.

  To a man who so spoke, of his country this way,

  They’d Shaw Shank you so much, you would think you were gay.

  They’d bring out your family, you’d watch one by one,

  As they shot all your kids, in the head with a gun.

  I spoke to an immigrant, Iraqi man,

  Who escaped Saddam’s wrath, and left his homeland.

  He asked me why both of you, great movie stars,

  Who live in this country, rich houses and cars.

  Would want to stop freedom, for so many lives,

  His mother and brother and sister and wife.

  It’s your right to shoot off, your mouths and not care,

  No respect for the families, whose soldiers serve there.

  So invoking my right, tell you just what I think,

  Your ideas, your views, your opinions all stink.

  9-11 just happened, did you forget that.

  Lost 3 good friends there, Mike, Donna, and Pat.

  I speak for the families, who lost loved ones there,