I am never scared to smile, I am a cross between Busta Rhyme and Meth, because I love to party as much as Busta loves to have a good time and still receive as much respect as the M.E.T.H.O.D Man commands and like Meth I can bring the pain and it would just burn like citric acid to an ulcer. Due and unpaid I am as much as a delinquent as the next man at times I start to think I am similar to the ‘Tommy Vercetti’ of life because of my love of money.
Look for me in classical mythology I am role playing the son of God, look for me I am the central male figure in this poem in whom the principal interest centers around. So look for me and laugh a whole lot uh ho ho ho haw haw haw he he he haw!! I am the type of virtuous hero whom which is overlooked and nearly forgotten then cast out to drown at sea.
I am nonpareil with dilemmas of standards which are not to be measured up, and I am not as mysterious as I make myself out to be. I have the keys to succeed
I expect more than others think is possible, and dream more than others think is practical so I risk more than others think is safe and I do not wish to proceed and you all are still attempting to ruin and down play on these party grounds which the rules clearly state that anything goes. I folded my hand and dealt with the tight spot which I was in and basically stopped praying to the skies. Everyone seems to dislike my two faces, do not worry the feeling is mutual I feel the same way about your benedict like ways which have several faces of being happy to bad, then from good to sad and end up seriously mad.

She’s silent and small and her skin is fair
her dress is torn and her legs are bare

Under the house she awaits for a friend
she grabs for my sister as she starts to decend

Invisable friend please come out and play
to bad only at night and never at day

When the moon fogs she comes out for a look
I try to release the sister she took

Her eyes are black as well as her heart
shes ugly and mean also sneaky and smart

The terror she brings in her eyes as she looks
holding my sister and begining to smirk

I talk to her as my mother stares
the invisable friend that was never there

I’m dealing with advancing age
and trying hard to cope.
My body says it’s gone from can
to little less than hope.

I used to be so lean and mean
and hardened like a rock,
but now a simple test of strength
sends muscles into shock

I’m getting up three times each night
to tend to nature’s call.
You’d think the bladder’d know by now
that last trip took it all

The urges that I use to have
are gone like sweet September
I know there’s things I used to do
but how I can’t remember

But regardless of the shape I’m in
or how I feel each day
I still enjoy the challenge
of the game of life I play

I want to tell you about our friend, I know he’s touched in the head, all he ever talks about is this mule he keeps in the shed.
Now I know a little about old mules, and they like to be outside,
The only time he lets it out, is when he’s in the mood to ride.

The way he raves about that old mule, why it’s a dadburn sight,
He talks about getting it out, and riding thru the woods at night.
I said man you gotta be nuts riding where you can’t see
He said OH NO it has a steering wheel, I miss every one of those trees.

So here he is on his old mule with a steering wheel in his hand,
I never knew, but I do now, something’s wrong with this good man,
Now his wife just sit there smiling, as he rambled on an on,
I didn’t know until right now, this guy is dumb to the bone.

He said my wife goes along when I go riding at night,
She feels safe riding on the back, My mule has good head lights,
I just listened while he talked, to the silly things he said,
Who in the world would ever believe, that a mule has lights in its head.

He kept saying such silly things, my poor ole loony friend,
He even ordered a part by mail, He has to work on the mules rear end;
Now a mule with lights and a steering wheel, that alone is a hoot,
But to work on the mules rear end that’s right in front of the poopy shoot.

I ask his wife if she liked to ride, she said yes especially in the snow
She bragged on that old mule saying There is no place it can’t go;
He had talked on for a while, his wife gave him a little pat,
Then she piped up with OH yes dear our mule now has a flat.

They started talking about checking the oil, well, that just made me sick,
Any pea brain aught to know a mule don’t have a dip stick;
I said oh now I’ve had enough, now tell me what’s the deal
He said no honest I’m telling the truth, my mule even has four wheels.

I’m thinking, oh my, they have both lost their minds,
I know something about mules, and there just is no such kind.
I said ok I’ve really had it, I can’t take anymore;
come nine O’clock in the morning I’ll be knocking on your door.

I was there right on time, Johnny on the spot,
They ask me in said take a seat, the coffee pot’s still hot,
we visited like always over a leisurely cup,
Then a smile crossed his face, as slowly he got up.

AS we strolled out to the shed, I’m thinking, boy this is sad,
Then I saw tire tracks in the yard, and I knew that I’d been had;
When he opened up that shed door why I felt like such a fool,
There was a shinny new four wheeler, and on the front it said, THE MULE

A long time ago in a fairytale wood,
A little girl skipped in her stunning red hood.
To her grandmother’s house, that’s the way she was going.
When to her surprise, the sky began snowing.
Looking for cover, she spied a young egg,
But running to greet him, she tripped on his leg.
This made Humpty Dumpty fall off his wall,
But Prince Charming dashed in and prevented his fall.
The king was quite grateful, and as reward then,
He gave the prince all of his horses and men.
The horses, however, were skinny as twigs.
So prince traded them in for three little pigs.
But the pigs were so dirty and kept not a thing right,
So he hired a maid by the name of Snow White.
She kept things so tidy, and boy was she cute!
But one day she dropped dead with one bite of a fruit!
Now relax and fear not, for in no time at all,
Another prince passed on his way to a ball.
He took one glance at Snow White and felt bad for the cutie,
So he kissed and revived this sweet, young Sleeping Beauty.
Then right in the midst of this romantic scene,
A stampede of lambs charged through, looking quite mean.
Apparently Mary had gotten upset,
And threatened to take the whole herd to the vet.
In this mad, mixed up frenzy, these lambs weren’t too nice,
And they carelessly jostled three blind little mice.
These disabled rodents didn’t know what was what,
And, on accident, knocked Humpty Dump on his butt!
He wasn’t so lucky this time when he fell,
And his whole yolk leaked out of his demolished shell.
But rather than moan that the day was a beast,
They fried up poor Dumpty and had a great feast!
So, not counting the egg, whose end was disaster…
Everyone lived HAPPYILY EVERY AFTER!