Garbage Man

Tricksy Pixie Garbage Man!
You drive by and wave your hand!
I wave back from where I stand!
Tricksy Pixie Garbage Man!

Habit

They carry widows, carry tables
While I read Aesop's fables
Yield to all and nothing yield to thee, trust not the flatterers, appearances may illusions be
This is what that man told me
But habit found is a rabbit fed
May it breed and take over my head
All through the lining of my mind bound walls in it the rat of habit crawls
With gnashing teeth and scratching claws
I push it back with my bleeding paws
But yet I think this habit somewhat kind
And hope to God it may not find
My crazed and beloved peace of mind

My Forest

In my forest with the old walkways and homebound house cats
I walk and talk of things I have seen
Feet from main, I talk to you of my plan
Walk back to my forest to look at the plants
Yellow house, blue house, pink house
Now go on back to the lookout.

Good for burns

He Is mean
He is crass
He is drunk
But he is good for burns

He yells
He fights
He disagrees
But he is good for burns

No pink squirrels allowed
He needs no friends
Let him stair at your last empty corner
Don't kick him out, let him be a dick
But never deny that he is good for burns