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STINKFOOT DAY

Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut!
On Stinkfoot Day

I'll be dealing with my unsavory self
As I examine life's health
Disregarding the jam between my toes
As I bask in doing nothing
I don't feel as my flow

Eating my 4:30pm breakfast
Because three meals ain't on my mind
My hunger is for all the clarity I can find
On Stinkfoot Day

Deodorant's a no no, so TV's gotta go
Gonna smell reality in all its glory
The scent of now will let me know

'Cause I'll be unplugged, unbound
And if you're thinking of coming around
I hope you can deal with the funk
As I loose some junk
On Stinkfoot Day

Brush my teeth for what?
There ain't no ass to kiss and no attenhut
On Stinkfoot Day

©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)

(Thanks Ron :-)

M

From the waters of the eternal fire she reaches
With a fluid light to touch the soul
Bringing a message of its homecoming to the mind
To make Being whole

© 2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr


Happy Because I Am
Never had a lot of money
But still I live
Recognition doesn’t matter
Still I give

And I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy because I’m able
To experience life’s colors and ploys

Because they all hold a purpose
For me being here
As a living embodiment of possibility
On this Earth sphere

Don’t have to go many places
Or engage many faces
Or own too much
And so what if my desires don’t have to have the Midas touch

Still I’m happy to know sorrow
Happier to know joy
Happy to to be the man I am
Yet, still a little boy

Happy because I am
An essential in life’s plan
So as I go on
I’m happy to be this man

©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)

America’s New Top Models?
They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?

Riding the subway
Her eyes glazed with sorrow and fear
The expression on her youthful face asks
Why am I here?

Trying to be invisible
She casts her eyes
Everywhere but on another
She’s immersed in what being canonized

At the last stop
She tries to hold back her fears
Of having nowhere to go
Yet, they’re seen in her tears

They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?

She enters the car
Her life in two carts
Dressed in don’t fuck with me wear
Her hair a work of pain’s art

The door glass her mirror
Is she’s America’s Next Top Model?
She adjusts her dusty finery
Then sprinkles herself with perfume from an imaginary bottle

Then struts down the aisle
Carefully choreographing her carts to accessorize
Her appeal to the panel
Watching through distant eyes

They’re getting younger, younger and younger
What is it that we’re letting grow asunder?
The newly poor and homeless
What's being allowed that’s allowing this to manifest?

Are these America’s new Top Models?

©2009 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)

Azz Like That

Flaunting that bounty like it should be the next President
Getting votes from passerbys for that movement
It’s got its own swagger
And an appeal that could turn a saint into a carpetbagger
Your strut leaves a trail of forget me nots
Your bounty puts a triple T on the end of hottt!
It puts the P in phat
Yeah baby, you got azz like that

©2008 Frank E. Robinson, Jr.
(All Rights Reserved Worldwide)