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Song of the Loner [May. 15th, 2004|02:19 pm]
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Well I don't feel so joyful
And I don't feel blue.
Don't feel much of anything
That I don't have to.

I don't go to parties
And I don't pay my dues.
I can solve my own puzzles,
I can find my own clues.

I don't need friends or family,
Not a lot or a few.
I don't need any lovers,
And I don't need you.

I learned a long time ago
How people can lie.
It's part of their nature,
They don't even have to try.

They say, "How ya doin',"
They don't want a reply.
They say, "See you later,"
When what they mean is "Goodbye".

So dispense with all your pleasantries,
I don't mind if you do.
I don't want to make small talk,
'Cause I don't need you.

If you think I'm gonna call you,
Well you'd better think twice,
'Cause I don't need your opinion,
I don't want your advice.

You can leave me a message,
You can leave me alone.
It won't make any difference,
I won't pick up the phone.

It's true I might need a lot of things
To help see me through,
But I can make it on my own,
'Cause I don't need you.

© 1991 Gerald Fitzgerald
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Midnight Thunderstorm (a sonnet) [May. 13th, 2004|05:52 pm]
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The blitzing fingers crack above the graves.
Sequential shudders touch the sleeping ears.
The rippled sheets pass through the stones in waves,
and forty zones of light reach back the years.

The birdlike hulks grow tall against the froth,
and bits of shadow screech among the trees.
Where golden grasses melt like moistened cloth,
a thickened glaze makes time appear to freeze.

A stifled echo pales before the din,
and nothing moves except by force of Fate,
and hordes of silver bullets thick and thin
collect in floods that swarm and inundate.

In time the chaos wanes and fades away,
and Gloom resumes with black and shades of gray.

© 1984 Gerald Fitzgerald
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Jesus Gave Me a Dollar Bill [May. 12th, 2004|12:51 am]
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Jesus gave me a dollar bill
Told me spend it where you will
Went to the race track, made a kill
Bet it all on Diamond Lil
Thank you, Lord, now life's a thrill
Thank you for my dollar bill.

Elvis gave me a diamond ring
Collector's item from the King
Sold it off, bought lots of things
Bought myself some land in Spring
Thank you Elvis, hear me sing
Thank you for my diamond ring.

Howard Hughes, he taught me well
Taught me how to buy and sell
Took my nest egg, made it swell
Showed me things I'm scared to tell
Thank you Howard, hear me yell
Thanks for being so darned swell.

Now I'm here to tell you true
I can make it work for you
Here is all you have to do
Write me a check for payment due
Rich is what I promise you
Jesus, Elvis, Howard too.

Send your check to my address
Ninety dollars, nothing less
Send it now, let Jesus bless
Any project you can guess
Get you out of any mess
Jesus, Elvis, Howard yes.

© 1988 Gerald Fitzgerald
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You Can Be Happy If You've a Mind To [May. 4th, 2004|01:50 am]
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(with apologies to Roger Miller)

You can’t go fishing if you’re going to the zoo
You can’t ride a horse if the horse says “moo”
You can’t catch a cold if you really got the flu
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.

All you gotta do is put your mind to it.
Hump around, bump around, do it, do it, do it.

Well you can’t pay attention if you’re going to the loo
You can’t drink your coffee if the coffee doesn’t brew
You can’t be late if the payment isn’t due
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.

All you gotta do is put your mind to it.
Flash around, dash around, do it, do it, do it.

Well you can’t win the Lotto if your number wasn’t drew
You can’t plant roses where the marijuana grew
You can’t go ahead when the light turns blue
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.

All you gotta do is put your mind to it.
Break a leg, shake a leg, do it, do it, do it.

Well you only tell a false if you never tell a true
You shouldn’t go to bed with a boy named Sue
You can’t have friends if you’re only seeing you
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.

© 2004 Gerald Fitzgerald
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Class Clown (for Barry Jones, 1959-1981) [Apr. 21st, 2004|05:11 pm]
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Some call me morbid, that's just how I am
I see life the way it really is.
Telling rude jokes, always being a ham
There's gotta be a reason for this.

It's easy enough to complain about the world
Any fool can see something's wrong.
But if you laugh about it, make fun of it
The danger don't seem so strong.

I appreciate your admiration
It's a pleasure to make you smile
But the joke's on you
You'll be sad when I'm thru

It wasn't meant to last anyway
It could come to an end any day.

It's fun to be popular, no big deal
It's better than being alone.
Many years from now, you'll forget how you feel.
You'll have loads of problems of your own.

Good times, we take them for granted
And the happiness comes and it goes.
The erosion of pain, like the wind and the rain
Cuts a figure that nobody knows.

Your show of affection is touching
And I'll try to stay as long as I can
But the joke's on you,
you'll be sad when I'm thru.

It wasn't meant to last anyway
It could come to an end any day.

It's time to move on now, I just can't explain
I guess it's the end of the show
Memories fade and the songs have been played
And the tears have all dried long ago.

I hope I could teach you a lesson
You'll learn it every day you live.
The joke's on you
if you're sad when you're thru

It wasn't meant to last anyway.
It could come to an end any day.

© 1991 Gerald Fitzgerald
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Venus [Apr. 19th, 2004|02:38 am]
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Brightest light in the nighttime sky.
Haven't you ever wondered why?
Not hard to figure, if you try.
Venus shines when weather's dry.

Closest planet to Planet Earth,
Named for goddess of beauty and mirth.
The Evening Star, for what it's worth,
Covered with clouds throughout its girth.

Lead would melt if you put it there
The surface of the planet that shines so fair
Just try to land there, if you dare!
Hot Carbon Dioxide in quantities rare.

The Sunlight bounces off each cloud
Like mirrors caped in a glowing shroud
Electrons, photons, gather in a crowd
Shining beacon, makes the goddess proud.

The deadly atmosphere, coughing, choking
Crushes the space probe, grinding, croaking
Ship tries to land, you must be joking
It sends its final signal, smoking.

But Venus keeps shining, just like a star.
"What's up there?" we wonder from afar.
Come out, come out, whatever you are.
Shrouded in mystery, always above par.

© 2004, Gerald Fitzgerald
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Debby Joyce [Apr. 13th, 2004|05:53 pm]
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Called the clinic awhile ago,
Leaving a message for someone I know.

The woman answering knew my voice.
"Remember me?" said she, "I'm Debby Joyce."

"Debby's a stranger to me," I hissed.
"She disappeared long ago, doesn't exist."

Silence was all I could hear on the phone.
I hung it up quickly, my face like stone.

After awhile I changed my mood.
Called to apologize for being so rude.

"I don't want to talk to you," she said.
There followed a click, the line went dead.

Later I felt regretful and ill.
I drank a few beers, swallowed a pill.

The telephone rang later on in the night.
She said she was sorry for getting uptight.

"That's all right," I said with a smile.
"Happens to all of us once in a while."

I asked her a question, I wanted to know,
"Why'd you disappear so long ago?"

Her life became like a big black cape.
Her mind was in trouble, had to escape.

She moved back home and cleared her head.
"So what are you doing now?" I said.

"I'm seeing this really special guy.
We're getting married in late July."

"I think you should meet him, you'd get along fine.
Let's go out and have coffee sometime."

Then she gave me a wedding invitation,
Close to the end of our short conversation.

"I'll let you go now," she said at the end.
Politely she thanked me for being a friend.

I hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
A windstorm of memories blew somewhere deep.

Pieces of time scattered out thru the night,
blown away distant -- lost, out of sight.

Good times grow short, they change like the weather.
Goodbye, Debby Joyce -- Goodbye Forever.

© 1988, Gerald Fitzgerald
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Icarus Washed Ashore [Apr. 12th, 2004|01:17 am]
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Your father taught you how to fly
But taught you badly and that is why
You fell to earth and washed up on the sty.

Like all new students very bold
You couldn't wait to take ahold
Of wings that only Daedalus controlled.

Look at you!  You're rising higher,
Under wings of wax and wire,
The golden sun attracts the would-be flyer.

Alas!  The sun is boiling down
It melts your wings, you foolish clown
And Icarus, lost at sea, begins to drown.

When you fly with wings you've made
Don't fly too high or leave the shade
And you'll be safe when night begins to fade.

© 2004, Gerald Fitzgerald

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Impasse, in the Past [Apr. 11th, 2004|05:35 pm]
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Melancholy babies take to Earth,
Tis a fair planet, I fear.
I know not why my will to birth
Takes reason holding me here.

Inward cracks we people see.
Please don't look, just let me be!
The concrete sight of darkest night
Makes no boundaries, wrong or right.

Which way to the floor?
In or out, just close the door.

And once again, your burning song
Rubs me justly, right or wrong.
With nary a sentence, and not a word,
There's nothing more to be inferred.

© 1992 Gerald Fitzgerald
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