The Poems And Confessions Of A Mad Man Page 4
To take no real action, just wouldn’t seem fair.
The innocent people, of Iraq would agree,
The American government, came and made free.
So stick to the acting, and reading the script,
Free speech is a right, so please don’t abuse it.
School
By: Andrew J. Green
I come from a family, who’s terribly smart,
They’re all educated, know this from the start.
My brother’s an engineer, a sister’s a shrink,
Another has a masters, or doctorate, I think.
The oldest is published, by her company,
Another does news, she’s an anchor lady.
All are successful, and have good families,
If life was a bank, then they’d have all the keys.
Now what about me, know that this is the best,
I dropped out of college, Dad wasn’t impressed.
I started a business, went all on my own,
By age 25, I was very well known.
I loved my own business, was having a ball,
I made so much money, I made more than all.
Money’s all that I wanted, as I was so strong,
I busted my ass, to prove Dad was wrong.
He wanted us all, to finish our school,
He thinks that college is, a very good tool.
I rebelled against anything, that he ever said,
He made me so mad, sometimes I turned red.
I did what I wanted, told him to get bent,
Not really, but that is the message I sent.
Now that I’m older, and falling apart,
I wish I had finished, it would have been smart.
Wouldn’t use my body, to bring home the bread,
I’d work at a job, where I used my head.
So take it from me, a broken old man,
Don’t screw off in school, learn all that you can.
Get a good education, and get a good job,
You can sit at a desk, and become a rich slob.
If you don’t get schooled, and don’t use your mind,
A good job you’ll have, a hard time to find.
You’ll work your whole life, breaking your back and see,
You work for the man, who has the degree.
Rock Star
By: Andrew J. Green
9 months on the tour, no walk in the park,
The managers pissed, like a dog he will bark.
3 months left to go, I’ve been on a roll.
The drugs and the booze, have taken their toll.
I have worked so hard, how could I quit now?
The groupies, the girls, so many I plow.
I’m 20 years old, thought school was a joke,
I have lots of money, I’m done being broke.
Made 2 million dollars, already this year,
My future is set, it all seems so clear.
I have a new house, in Beverly Hills,
A good place to live, to get all my pills.
I own a new Bentley, a Jag, and Escalade,
You wouldn’t be off, if you said I’ve it made.
The payments are high, but I make a lot more.
I buy what I want, when I go to the store.
2000 bucks each, the rims on my car,
I have to look good, I am a rock star.
I took a hot dose, of heroin or blow,
I used an old needle, a few moments ago.
The room seems to spin, I can’t make it stop,
I fall to my knees, on my face I drop.
They’re gathering around, to look and to see,
Why did I fall down, what’s happened to me?
They look at the drugs, they think that I’m close,
To dying from this, a big overdose.
They blow in my lungs, but have no such luck,
The ambulance is here, with a fire truck.
They check for my pulse, but they can find none,
They try and they try, but they can’t find one.
My brain is now dead, they take me away,
Inside a body bag, is where I will stay.
They’ll bury me with, my favorite guitar,
Even in death, it won’t be too far.
I’ll rock with the singers, who died before me,
I’ll rock with the demons, we’ll have a party.
The beast and the maiden, the Devil and ghosts,
I’ll see all the skeletons, in their leather coats.
This will be so great, fantastic and grand,
I’ll start with a new, heavy metal rock band.
I see a bright light, at the end of a hall,
It must be the evil, Head Bangers Rock Ball.
It’s not what I’d hoped, or thought it would be,
The demons are cutting, and beating up me.
They say I’m in Hell, I’ve rejected the King,
They scream out His name, in my ears it rings.
I thought I would party, and be with my friends,
The lies that they told me, I believed to the end.
So if you hear me, don’t believe all the tales,
There’s no party here, just the pain and the wale’s.
From the damned and the hopeless, the lost and the dead,
This place is called Hell, a bad place of true dread.
So if you still choose, to ignore what I tell,
You may find yourself, in this place they call Hell.
Names
By: Andrew J. Green
Nigger, Honky, Black or White,
Prejudice names that cause a fight.
Chink, Frog, Cracker, Spook,
Beaner, Wetback, Pollock and Gook.
Slope, Nip, Fag, and Hick,
Queer, Dyke, Coon, and Spick.
Disrespectful, everyone,
Sometimes cause, to use a gun.
Say them to, another’s wife,
And you could end up, with his knife.
Why do people, everyday,
Use these words, they sometimes say?
They do not help, or bring success,
They almost always, make a mess.
Destruction is, what we do best,
From North to South and East to West.
We cut our neighbor, down with names,
His heart will burn, with hatreds flames.
To teach a child, to hate and curse,
Would be a sin, one of the worst.
But parents do it, all day long,
They use these names, and know it’s wrong.
Teach not your son, to be a fool,
He’ll learn enough, of that in school.
If you don’t tighten, up the reigns,
Your son will call, his neighbor names,
And maybe end up in a fight,
Stabbed by a man, whose black or white.
Or yellow, brown or even red,
The fact still stands, your son is dead.
The one you thought, you raised so great,
Was just a fool, filled up with hate.
He learn it from, his parents though,
He learned it while, you watched him grow.
If you watch what, you do and say,
Your child will, learn it anyway.
From music watched, on your T.V.,
Repeating what, he’ll hear and see.
So do your best, and when you pray,
Ask God to guard, the words he’ll say.
To not piss off, or to offend,
And see his neighbor, be his friend.
Saying Goodbye
By: Andrew J. Green
Disease covers you, from your head to toe,
You feel more pain, than I’ll ever know.
I’ll be holding your hand, until you will die,
I’ll say that I love you, as you say goodbye.
We’ve been best friends, for such a long time,
We had so much fun, t’was probably a crime.
; We have been together, through the thick and the thin,
Held each other so tight, through all that we’ve been.
I will miss you more, than you’ll ever know,
The Lord will soon take you, get ready to go.
Think of a place, that you’d rather be,
As you drift away, to the crystal sea.
You’ll be torn from me, I’ll feel torn apart,
Forever you’ll live, inside of my heart.
When I need you I’ll think, of what you would say,
At a time before now, this sorrowful day.
I’ll laugh to myself, what you would tell me,
If you were around, I know it would be.
Something so funny, you always were good,
At lifting me up, like only you could.
You say that you see Him, His hand touches you
I know there is nothing, now that I can do.
I feel you slipping, you’re going away,
Just a few more minutes, I beg you to stay.
I’m holding your hand, I say please don’t die,
I say that I love you, as you say goodbye.
Mercy Killing
By: Andrew J. Green
The doctors’ left you, in my tender care,
When I said your name, I knew you weren’t there.
The accident wasted, your entire mind,
They looked for brain waves, but none could they find.
You were all that I had, my family and friend,
We said we’d hang out, ‘til the very end.
But when you were here, we promised each other,
We swore on our lives, we were like blood brothers.
We said we would never, let the other one live,
If one became brain-dead, and could never give,
Anything to society, could never live life,
Have a family and children, have a beautiful wife.
So I kept my promise, they didn’t understand me,
They locked me in here, and threw away the key.
You were lying in bed, couldn’t think or not talk,
Couldn’t have a good life, couldn’t get up or walk.
I didn’t let you lay, like a vegetable around,
By the end of that week, you were deep in the ground.
They called me a killer, and said I’m a beast,
Like vultures on the dead, on me they did feast.
They sent me away, prison without parole,
To keep you from suffering, I did pay that toll.
Premeditated they said, I planned the whole time,
To stop taking care, I committed that crime.
So know that I gave, my life for yours when,
I cut your life free, it seems way back then.
You didn’t know a thing, I made it so quick,
The weapon of choice, double barrel I picked.
It made such a mess, the promise was done,
Both barrels went off, not only just one.
I’ll see you again, when on the other side,
Until that great day, my time I’ll abide.
For sure know one thing, in the very end,
I did more for you, than any other friend.
Wanted: Men Who Beat Girls
By: Andrew J. Green
I have a proposition, for all of the guys,
Who beat up their girls, and make them tell lies.
If you will accept, we’ll remove all the laws,
There will be a contract, with some legal clause.
If you win the fight, you’ll never see jail,
For beating your girl, until she is pale.
But there are something’s, that you want to know,
About the man with, 10 rounds you will go.
The guy is a middle aged, disabled vet,
Has just one strong arm, does this sound good yet?
Not the man that he was, a few years ago,
He feels like he’s 60, does this sound good bro?
His weight is one- fifty, his height is five- four,
It sounds like you’ll have him, knocked out on the floor.
So lay off your woman, for only one day,
And fight this old man, as people will pay.
They’ll come from great distances, both far and near,
This will be the highest paid, show of the year.
If you fight this guy, and you beat him tonight,
Law will never come to, your house if you fight.
So sign on the line, and give up your right,
But be careful though, because he will bite.
Now you’re in the ring, the exits are walled,
We’re sending him in, to watch you get mauled.
There may be something’s, that we didn’t tell,
About your opponent, this guy is from Hell.
He’s a martial arts champion, or so we are told,
He’s killed 50 men, on his fighting road.
He did all this when, he lived overseas,
The fight is now on, hit him if you please.
Has a 3rd degree black belt, in Tae Kwon Do,
Your fate will be sealed, this much we do know.
Be sure you’ll survive, to see the 10th round,
When he breaks your neck, and brings your ass down.
Do not be afraid though, to pick up the sword,
Or club, or the pipe, that lay on the floor.
But when you do that, he’ll take you apart,
They’ll bring out what’s left, in a wagon or cart.
Your girl hired him, for all the times when,
You beat her real hard, and beat her again.
So here is a killer, pretend he’s your girl,
Go kick his ass hard, go give him a whirl.
It’s now the10th round, a mess as we see,
An abuser who’s begging, for his life will plea.
Your lights are all out, Death’s hovering near,
Please answer this question, for everyone here.
How does it feel now, when beat by a man,
With twice your own strength, will kill you, and can?
You now have no power, to fight off his blow,
How your girl has felt, I guess you now know.
Goodbye from us all, as you lay on your back,
The last thing you’ll hear, will be a loud crack.
Doonsville Cops
By: Andrew J. Green
There’s a rumor I’ve heard, a small town up North,
The cops in that place, will never come forth.
Believed to sell drugs, to kids in that town,
The girls really love them, they all come around.
13 to 18, the cops they don’t care,
They give the girls drugs, and touch them down there.
The state cops want nothing, to do with that place,
They’re all fellow cops, they all will embrace.
I know they’re just rumors, they may be half lies,
You know how they are, how a rumor flies.
But where there is smoke, I’m told there is fire,
Investigations are needed, someone get on the wire.
And call for some help, go to the very top,
Not a local official, or the chief cop.
All are involved, or so I am told,
The rookie, the seasoned, the young and the old.
The girls get the drugs, the cops get their sex,
The girls may get pregnant, their parents are vexed.
I hope someone helps, I’m told it’s been close,
One girl almost died, from a bad overdose.
I hope this puts fire, under a politicians feet,
To help keep these girls, from drugs on the street.
I’ve been in that town, in upstate New York,
Where Route 12 does split, like a 2 fingered fork.
So roll down your sleeves, beware of the bugs,
And cops who are bad, who sell the kids drugs.
The River
I’ve fallen into the river, the river called Depression
I can’t get out so dying has, become my new obsession.
I can not think of others while, the sorrow is so great,
Can’t live with how I feel now, this sadness and this hate.
I’ve been here once before and saw, the water pulled me under,
It screams my name so loud right now, it sounds just like the thunder.
I cry out from within myself, but no one else can hear,
The sadness is so great in inside, I tremble now with fear.
I look for some great miracle, on banks of rivers edge,
Can’t get out of this wicked place, the vines are on the ledge.
I’m deep inside Depressions depth, it flows still deeper though,
I feel Deaths grip upon my heart, my want for Death it grows.
I know my loved ones will cry hard, they’ll say they never knew,
Some may have seen the signs I’ve shown, but didn’t know what to do.
I’m no longer in control of myself, Depressions driving me,
I’m walking up Cathedral Rock, a place I like to be.
I look 900 feet below, and prep myself to jump.
My body is so tense right now, inside my throats a lump.
I feel the river pushing me, it tells my legs to leap,
The undertow is strong right now, this river is so deep.
I’m at the point of no return, the wind pushes me back,
I hear a voice within myself, the sadness starts to crack.
I’ll go back home and get some help, the river will not win,
I’ll tell the doctors of this place, I’ll tell them where I’ve been.
I’ll save myself I will not die, I’ll live another day,
I hear the earth beneath my feet, begin to break away.
I’m slipping can’t control the slide, I’m falling from this place,
I’m falling like a stone to earth, to Death who now I’ll face.
The gravity of this planet pulls me faster, more and more,
I’ll die when making contact with, the canyons bottom floor.
The speed I’m traveling right now, I feel I start to shiver,
None of this would have happened, if I wasn’t by the river.
I hit the ground and see a flash, my soul is now set free,
I stand before the Holy King, I tell you what I see.
He shows me the great river beast, Depression is his name,