Watching the water

Run down the drain

I understand your pain

Drop the bum

Move on

Go have some fun

Grab your backpack

Hop on a jet

Southeast Asia


An exotic place

To hang out





Will be laughing again




Starting over

Without him



Massive migration

Urban population eruption

Left village for more prosperous life


Continuous flow comes in

 Culture thrown into rubbish bin

Live in a slum

Pollution chokes lungs

Crime rapidly controlling everyone

What will be impact on civilization?


Some place

 Central America

Woke up soaking wet

All through night

He sweat

Looking at mosquito net

Got up

Walked down to the sea


With the señora

She asked

“Is everything ready?”

Symbiotic relationship

Based on greed

Both tangled together

In the weeds

He is her token gringo

Because he always succeeds




Living under an assumed name

Continues playing

Only himself to blame


News media boils pot of soup

Ultra-liberal professors brainwash youth

Think tanks bought and sold

Regurgitating propaganda

Doing as told

Powerful control the messengers

With titles and promises of gold

Pay billions for a startup

 Although employees do not make enough

For food, shelter, clothes

Divide the nation

Population full of hate and frustration

Elites continue rapid castration

Forced starvation

Pound peasants into the ground

When everything is taken

Board private jet and leave town



Damn right

I’m a cynical chap

Suffered my share

Of mishaps

Today’s world

  in a severe undertow

Nothing is sacred

So much hatred

Perverted terrorists

Have wet dreams

Of blowing planet

To smithereens

Central Banks’ books are cooked

Masters of finance crooks

Ponzi schemes left and right

Living expenses out of sight

Leaders are clowns

Running countries into the ground

Dump Hazardous waste everywhere

Companies do not care

I need fresh air

Is the food safe to eat?

Growth hormones


In the meat

Clean water hard to find

Global warming will destroy life on earth over time


Less privileged
Social climbers
Boomerang slackers
Believe in the good book
Or burn in hell
Pray five times a day
Study Quran
Or an infidel
Sprinkle ancient dust here and there
Until on their deathbed
Atheists do not seem to care
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Respect each other’s beliefs
Start getting along
Before humankind is gone


Hold on a second
I will open wide
So you can shove it down my throat
Artificial intelligence
Tossing the human race
Down a catastrophic slippery slope
You high tech freaks
Crave to wire everything on the Globe
Creating software and machines
Without hearts
Armies of Robots
Totally state of the art
Seizing power
All societies will fall
Because geeks
Will no longer
Have the intellectual capacity
To halt
The contraptions
From controlling us all


Put it on the bain marie
May not eat for another century
Spent winter in Romania
Hung out with vampires from Transylvania
Full blood transfusions made me live forever
But much crazier
Worked my way over to India
Met a snake charmer who was even zanier
He gave me a worn copy of the Tao Te Ching
Went home to Miami
Every day for one month
Sitting on the beach
Reading all 81 chapters of writing by Lao Tzu
No more luxuries for me
Decided to pawn off all of my bling
To this day for no reason
When drinking coconut water
Start to sing
The Star Spangled Banner
Oh say can you see
Numerous shrinks unable to help me
Bought old wood sailboat
Went off to sea
Made landfall here in Tahiti
Really enjoy your company
Please pour me some more tea


Sitting on my beach chair

Who the hell needs a career?

Catching rays

Reading philosophy books all day

I’m not a frustrated big shot

With an empty fridge

But has kitchen granite counter tops


I live in a sixty year old three room shack

Concrete Block Structure

Flat Roof

Survived multiple hurricane attacks

Sharing space with





A gigantic organic vegetable garden out back

Love my Sony Walkman

Forget digital sound

Will die a cassette man

For over forty years


1-2 times per week

Colonoscopy just came back all clear

Drink Ice cold Heineken beer

Nine years ago stopped cutting my hair


The bricklayer

Hunched over

Under hot Florida sun

Working twelve hour days

Moving ton after ton

Six years ago

Came from El Salvador

Across American Mexican border

Stashes every extra quarter

Like a hoarder

Dreams of going back to wife and two kids

Yet every day

Becomes older and older