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i know this KIND, not the KIND KIND
CERTIFIED CURSE’S ASSISTANT
Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse
You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise
Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a damn what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”
So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead
These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at thee mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh © 2011.…Phreepoetree
(AND THE ADMINISTRATER HERE IS AN ALLIGATOR)
Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse
You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise
Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a damn what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”
So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead
These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at thee mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh © 2011.…Phreepoetree
(AND THE ADMINISTRATER HERE IS AN ALLIGATOR)
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~D I E T T R I B E
DIET TRIBE
So two other junkies and me were standing on the corner of Main St. and Vine
Talking all kinds of bulls**t about this will be his and that will be mine
It was Steven, Michael and me threatening, cajoling and then making a demand
Steve looks in my direction and says “screw me once and I’ll lop off your hand, understand?
What neither of them knew was I didn’t invent being slick I just made it into an art form
Tonguing pills, hiding s**t, and waking up in the hospital ain’t the norm
“Yes nurse, and thank you for bringing me my pills”
Now get the hell out of my hospital room before your Florence Nightingale blood spills
Of course another O.D. was the reason I was there
And Doc said, with his best bestowed bedside manner, “perhaps I didn’t make myself quite clear”
“Listen, if you continue shooting dope the way you are now death could be imminent
Yeah Doc, well how about the fact that I’ve been daring death since I’m a f*****g infant
He continued with a diatribe I’ve heard from a tribe and lovers too
Of course you don’t think for a second any of them got through
My ears were closed as were the cerulean blue eyes through which I see
And as Steve did, I tell all my new acquaintances not to be f**king with me
So here we are back at the corner of Vine and Main
A corner, mind you, on which a few cohorts of mine have been slain
And then it was time for me to go meet Pedro inside
But the ending to this showdown was for disaster to decide
We’d all pooled our money together and came up with a hundred and five bucks
The connection was mine so I wasn’t worried about those two stupid f***s
I was going to get quite a bit for myself and the two fools downstairs wanted some more
But with due disrespect, those a**- h***s didn’t realize the tenement had an open back door
© 2011.….Phree ~free cee!~
So two other junkies and me were standing on the corner of Main St. and Vine
Talking all kinds of bulls**t about this will be his and that will be mine
It was Steven, Michael and me threatening, cajoling and then making a demand
Steve looks in my direction and says “screw me once and I’ll lop off your hand, understand?
What neither of them knew was I didn’t invent being slick I just made it into an art form
Tonguing pills, hiding s**t, and waking up in the hospital ain’t the norm
“Yes nurse, and thank you for bringing me my pills”
Now get the hell out of my hospital room before your Florence Nightingale blood spills
Of course another O.D. was the reason I was there
And Doc said, with his best bestowed bedside manner, “perhaps I didn’t make myself quite clear”
“Listen, if you continue shooting dope the way you are now death could be imminent
Yeah Doc, well how about the fact that I’ve been daring death since I’m a f*****g infant
He continued with a diatribe I’ve heard from a tribe and lovers too
Of course you don’t think for a second any of them got through
My ears were closed as were the cerulean blue eyes through which I see
And as Steve did, I tell all my new acquaintances not to be f**king with me
So here we are back at the corner of Vine and Main
A corner, mind you, on which a few cohorts of mine have been slain
And then it was time for me to go meet Pedro inside
But the ending to this showdown was for disaster to decide
We’d all pooled our money together and came up with a hundred and five bucks
The connection was mine so I wasn’t worried about those two stupid f***s
I was going to get quite a bit for myself and the two fools downstairs wanted some more
But with due disrespect, those a**- h***s didn’t realize the tenement had an open back door
© 2011.….Phree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
DO NOT COP DOPE FROM PEOPLE LIKE MEDOPE DOES DASTARDLY DEEDS IN DECEMBER
DOPE DESTROYS THAT WHICH HOPE PROTECTS
Those aren’t really maggots, it ain’t even a flightless fly
That’s just the look of putrid and putrefied flesh when you die
Those aren’t really moles down there, they ain’t even mice
But I’ll tell you, the stench of death comes at quite a price
Every May fourteenth I do things Bobby’s way
December third is reserved for barbara's day
Lucy died at exactly midnight on the fifth or six of May
So was she buried that day or the next, only heaven can say?
Maggots may squirm and squirm like a worm
But a dead body can only be steady and firm
That’s a directive from a powder with intoxicating perfume
But we all know it's only about death, destruction and doom
Mother earth awaits our kin and our kind
Be they ordinary, or f*****g out of their mind
Fridays are for lovely Sherry and how she always rendered mirth
And as of today more than half of my friends occupy the earth
© 2011.….free cee!
Those aren’t really maggots, it ain’t even a flightless fly
That’s just the look of putrid and putrefied flesh when you die
Those aren’t really moles down there, they ain’t even mice
But I’ll tell you, the stench of death comes at quite a price
Every May fourteenth I do things Bobby’s way
December third is reserved for barbara's day
Lucy died at exactly midnight on the fifth or six of May
So was she buried that day or the next, only heaven can say?
Maggots may squirm and squirm like a worm
But a dead body can only be steady and firm
That’s a directive from a powder with intoxicating perfume
But we all know it's only about death, destruction and doom
Mother earth awaits our kin and our kind
Be they ordinary, or f*****g out of their mind
Fridays are for lovely Sherry and how she always rendered mirth
And as of today more than half of my friends occupy the earth
© 2011.….free cee!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I GUARANTEE NO ONE, OUT OF THIRTY BILLION GAZILLION people,HAS EVER MET ANYONE AS BENEVOLENT AND STRUNG OUT AS ALAN DeLACKNER---u were a bro and my wife still laughs when she stuffs a chicken--missya too much! (his mother banned me from funeral)PILLS IN pink, PUrpLE AND paNIc
WHERE THEY KEEP THE MULTI-COLORED PILLS OF PEACE
or PILLS IN PINK, PURPLE AND PANIC
I want to do something I’ve never done before
No, I don’t need to challenge the English Channel’s shore
It’s not seeing that lovely’s body with her clothes on my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war
I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
Perhaps climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war
I’d like enough time to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Hey, I’m just living by rolling the m****r f*****g dice
So I’m begging any one well-adjusted for adjudicated advise
So here sit I upon a chair thinking about what I’d do that I’ve never done
And needless to say, a will not war therefore I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that is not a complete bore
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
© 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
or PILLS IN PINK, PURPLE AND PANIC
I want to do something I’ve never done before
No, I don’t need to challenge the English Channel’s shore
It’s not seeing that lovely’s body with her clothes on my floor
And I certainly don’t want to blow up any babies or participate in a war
I want to do something I’ve always wanted to do
Perhaps climb in a cage with two hungry lions at the zoo….
The last thing I want is to become Jesus Christ’s whore
And I reiterate that I don’t want to participate in a war
I’d like enough time to watch a flower from seed to grow
And oddly enough I don’t care to know everything I should know
Hey, I’m just living by rolling the m****r f*****g dice
So I’m begging any one well-adjusted for adjudicated advise
So here sit I upon a chair thinking about what I’d do that I’ve never done
And needless to say, a will not war therefore I have no need for a gun
My hunger is salivating to do something new that is not a complete bore
Oh yes, I’d like to be secreted away in a closed and completely empty drug store
© 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
danny and i did sort of this...we robbed 1500 Valium and buried it where you had to jump off a moving train and know where it was buried. it was so cool to hear who the cops thought did it. Danny's dad was a Sgt. in the local precinct so Danny and i were eliminated as persons of interest....Danny died in my '67 fire engine red Chevy supersport back in '71ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent
EXTRAORDINARY EXTRAMENT
There’s only a very supreme segment of society who get it
This ain’t a planet, it’s just a floating orb formed of “s**t
Now pathetic people are pissing on it and it’s going to turn into mud
Yet and still human beings are running around afraid of a flood
A flood? Are they delusional is what I’d like to know?
Because a flood ain’t gonna compare to the fire and snow
What Job went through with locusts and boils will seem like nil
And quite frankly, I’ve had my f*****g fill
I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m played out and weary
And a one world government is making me leery
“The New World Order” frightens me but not as much as Mack
Oh, Mack’s the dude down the street who lives in a makeshift shack
He only frightens me because he ain’t afraid
And he might also know from what this planet was made
My Grandson may inherit a world where peace and pride are a thing of the past
And if people keep puking on this puny planet it simply cannot last
© 2011.…free cee!
There’s only a very supreme segment of society who get it
This ain’t a planet, it’s just a floating orb formed of “s**t
Now pathetic people are pissing on it and it’s going to turn into mud
Yet and still human beings are running around afraid of a flood
A flood? Are they delusional is what I’d like to know?
Because a flood ain’t gonna compare to the fire and snow
What Job went through with locusts and boils will seem like nil
And quite frankly, I’ve had my f*****g fill
I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m played out and weary
And a one world government is making me leery
“The New World Order” frightens me but not as much as Mack
Oh, Mack’s the dude down the street who lives in a makeshift shack
He only frightens me because he ain’t afraid
And he might also know from what this planet was made
My Grandson may inherit a world where peace and pride are a thing of the past
And if people keep puking on this puny planet it simply cannot last
© 2011.…free cee!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANSmy twin brother's name is PEE-tah
A VERY VAIN VINE
Twine twisted around a vine
Whilst the philodendron were doing just fine
No weed to choke a tulip by a bud beguiled
And there were no weeds to make certain we all smiled
Laughter began every day when the alarm clock rang
But I heard the echo of a sorrowful song an angel once, for both of us, sang
Thusly didst the angel singing being offered up as a present
Then a seraphim repaired her sorrow because they want all of us feel pleasant
I would tell you I’m glad you became an appendage of mine
And came simply to make this sodden soul once again to shine
Sometimes things go awry and for a moment you feel sad
But that’s only because he knows how he treated love as a fashion in fad
The sight of vines and aroma of the philodendron filled the air
While a man demanded a lady be ever his with a flesh so fair
He might do s**t like that for you but as for me he’s all about doom
Because i’m just a urinal in the universal and unilateral men’s room
© 2011.…phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Twine twisted around a vine
Whilst the philodendron were doing just fine
No weed to choke a tulip by a bud beguiled
And there were no weeds to make certain we all smiled
Laughter began every day when the alarm clock rang
But I heard the echo of a sorrowful song an angel once, for both of us, sang
Thusly didst the angel singing being offered up as a present
Then a seraphim repaired her sorrow because they want all of us feel pleasant
I would tell you I’m glad you became an appendage of mine
And came simply to make this sodden soul once again to shine
Sometimes things go awry and for a moment you feel sad
But that’s only because he knows how he treated love as a fashion in fad
The sight of vines and aroma of the philodendron filled the air
While a man demanded a lady be ever his with a flesh so fair
He might do s**t like that for you but as for me he’s all about doom
Because i’m just a urinal in the universal and unilateral men’s room
© 2011.…phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painfulTHE PRODIGAL S U N
A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she isTHE PRODIGAL S U N
A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective
‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how
I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me
Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast
I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be
The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance
To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb
Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
© 2011.….~free cee, m.d.!~
yeah
m.d.= mentally defective
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she isshud n e 1 read this their PARAKEET will DIE
CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY DISARMING
A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place
And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace
Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation
My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
Strolling among people so different than me
Yet the lady would not let any of us live free
My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead
A lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street
Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat
A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there
And back then that lady fully filled people with fear
But I needed immediate relief only she could provide
As I continued to let the lady become my only guide
All those years ago among friends I was the only one
And day by day heroin had me on the run
Searching on corners and looking in bars
While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars
I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
And that’s what I’d done a hundred times or more
Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
© 2011.….free cee!
A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place
And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace
Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation
My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
Strolling among people so different than me
Yet the lady would not let any of us live free
My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead
A lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street
Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat
A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there
And back then that lady fully filled people with fear
But I needed immediate relief only she could provide
As I continued to let the lady become my only guide
All those years ago among friends I was the only one
And day by day heroin had me on the run
Searching on corners and looking in bars
While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars
I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
And that’s what I’d done a hundred times or more
Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
© 2011.….free cee!
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~War Stillborn
Force in unfortunate, a recourse of last resort,
For indiscriminate is The Angel of Death;
At war's conception, show no pity, shout: "Abort! Abort!"
And rescue the life of our Mother instead.
For indiscriminate is The Angel of Death;
At war's conception, show no pity, shout: "Abort! Abort!"
And rescue the life of our Mother instead.
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Posted: Dec 2012
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