Saturday Train On Track

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Vicki

Vicki was a girl from Georgia

With a twang that flowed like wine

Red hair with a tiny freckle

With the state fruit that was fine

She was a backwoods denizen 

And she cut her teeth

On tilling the mineral in the soil

And bailing up the wheat

That’s until the colleges called and she traveled far away

She shuffled in the city streets and studied all the day

And graduated cum laude and broke out of her shell

Vicki wasn’t going to farm or drill for no oil

She was going to use her look and make all the fools her gang

Vicki was nobody’s fool as Cinderella once sang

Soon she was the toast and the butter and the jam

This is a song about Vicki sung by Sam I Am

Jessica

Jessica looks like a girl from Cali

In the eighties, she wouldve been a Sally

she wears shoes with white and glitter

she’s the #1 choice for babysitter

Her skin pristine screams of botox

Except for being a modern Goldilocks

She’s a beauty both pretty and cute

She’d be the heroine in a king kong reboot

Jessica

Was a mistake

Was a mistake

To think I was in ingrate

To be sure we would not relate

It would nothing if not great

Was a mistake

To be so friggin unsure

To think it wasn’t so pure

Like a 100 year old liqoure

Rethink your thought

I’m putting you on notice

I am the best kind of lotus

I would treat you like a FLOTUS

When you showed me the way that you were going

And it didn’t jive with what we both were knowin

I stood and looked through the sun

Baked and floored by what you had done

Was a mistake

You let the feelings cross the river

Without so much a dither

And you made that emotion wither

Was a mistake

I’m not less of a villian

I’m hopeless and I still am

But I treat pleas like spam

When you posed on the track you were leading

I knew that I had to change my breathing

From the warmth to the cold of the evening

And that there would be no words of meaning

Make no mistake

I haven’t given up the fight

I still have more might

And I’m not caling it a night

Make no mistake

There may be one in the game

But I won’d back down until there is no one to blame

Hold out your hand

I take your hand, take your hand

I slappy it playfully when I said

You were made to make me kind of mad

When you choose to pull away your hand

I can’t think or make a stand

All want to do is hold your hand

But you hold it out, and then pull it back

When I ask for you to cut me some slack

I don’t ask more than any other man

Please give me what I want…and hold out your hand

I’m a likin’ to the nails that your correcting

You have the strength in the grip that your making

There is a age that shows your texture and your grace

I see it in your hands, and in your face

You bring me joy when I see you express

The things and thoughts that bring you happiness

I hope that every card that makes you chose to fold

All of your fears that continue to be untold

Hold my hand and let your cares be gone

Hold my hand and let your hesitancy be done

I’ve been waiting for the moment that you let

Your inhibitions at the door with no regret 

Latency

Why do I have to adjust to other people’s clocks

If my engine drives when the key unlocks

Time has shown there needs to be decency

In my internal circus and continued latency

In due time there will be commitment

But waiting continues a growing resentment

So move on with your freedom and do what you want

That is the tact and in 108 font

Bold, direct and in my face

It’s time to move and to find a new place

Go into my lane and speed or slow when I choose

Without being concerned of minds that I may lose

Given a choice it seems to be better

Moving my posts to be my trend setter

Nice and Fresh

Just want to get to know you

To see what makes you sweet

Maybe there was some sour

That turned your soul sugary

When you ask what you want

From what could be you and I

I just want to get to know you

to see if we’re eye to eye

I’m not in a rush, panic, or in a hurry

Or to get your algo from only one query

Maybe I’m not pressing cause I’m in an open phase

I’m not the one to add to your list of crays crays

Rosie said that you were planning on keeping things down low

Rosie said you had enough of one night gigolos

Marsha said you made a choice to keep substantial distance

From being lured into a partnership of substance

Which is fine for what I imagine could be friendship that is true

I’m in the slow lane and just want to get to know you

I know that your influence could be important down the stretch

Time to get to know you and keep my dreams nice and fresh

Brooklyn Nets

The Nets last night had a Pacific Coast sesh

Against a team of short health trying to mesh

Kyrie showed that he still has the handles

While burning sage and, what’s next, candles?

His teammate plays fire with burner accounts

But KD can play when everything counts

Not like James Harden who has a pout session

Against a rook by throwing balls his direction

But back to the Brooklyns who have depth to spare

Who everyone picks for the Finals to be there

So Vegas would like you to unload your kitty

On a Kyrie, a Kevin and Spencer Dinwiddie

Never mind; the Heat who were triumphant last year

To get to the Finals in a Orlando bubble lair

Or Philadelphia with a healthy Embid

Or a Miulwaukee whose leader got more green

And Nets have many first years, including their coach

And Nash has to be careful on on his level of approach

With these mercurial stars in his stable

The Brooklyn Nets: for real or a fable?

The Nets last night had a Pacific Coast sesh

Against a team of short health trying to mesh

Kyrie showed that he still has the handles

While burning sage and, what’s next, candles?

His teammate plays fire with burner accounts

But KD can play when everything counts

Not like James Harden who has a pout session

Against a rook by throwing balls his direction

But back to the Brooklyns who have depth to spare

Who everyone picks for the Finals to be there

So Vegas would like you to unload your kitty

On a Kyrie, a Kevin and Spencer Dinwiddie

Never mind; the Heat who were triumphant last year

To get to the Finals in a Orlando bubble lair

Or Philadelphia with a healthy Embid

Or a Miulwaukee whose leader got more green

And Nets have many first years, including their coach

And Nash has to be careful on on his level of approach

With these mercurial stars in his stable

The Brooklyn Nets: for real or a fable?

The Brooklyn Nets: for real or a fable?

Adios James Harden

The Heat of Miami says it’s time to move on

From James Harden as good as gone

But the base they continue to fawn

For the days of Big Three and spawn

Championships and Finals repeats

Read about Harden and learn all the deats

He shrinks when things get deeper and harder

Like a costar who acts with Ali Larter

It wasn’t enough to have a Westbrook

He was grooving before the COVID took

Then his coach and GM would skip

Then he ventured to a club where they strip

Then the rumors started that he needed to bale

And pictures came out and he wasn’t eating kale

And the teams he proclaimed would be happy

Except like the Knicks who expect to be crappy

Of course the Heat would be on the list

With the culture, the coach, and the players to assist

But the Rockets they would like a boatload package

And thoughts of gold would be turned into cabbage

Let’s run with the crew that got to the Finals

Who had the horses with the saddles and bridals

It’s no shame to run it all back

Without a player who reminds me of Stack

Loads of talent maybe top 50 one day

But needs to have help like a Nowitski

If it happens and we happen to land him

James Harden, here’s your weight plan and 24 hour work gym

No Hero

I’m not gonna’ be your Prince Charming

I ain’t going to lie

There’s a frog in me and I’m not sure it’s ever going to die

I’m not gonna be no Superman

I ain’t going to fly

Crypto is my swan song and that is how I ride

Don’t pretend to dream about what you think there could be

Spend some time rethinking things that will make your spirit free

Never let me see that you are wanting what I’m not

I’m not a chameleon and I’m too old to start

The world has your oyster and you need to start to grow

It’s much too early to take your tent and think it’s time to fold

Bring your chosen rock and preach your favorite hymn

It;s time for you to drown so you can learn to swim

I’m not a Caped Crusader

You make me out to be

There is no bat phone that will summon you to ring me

I’m not a Super Surfer

Gliding to your side

This cycle has no side car but only has one ride

Heroes are to fiction what a heroine is to a prince

You can use up all your bait and still never catch a fish

Use that boat and set sail to a place that makes more sense

Plan for your real future without some happenstance

I’m not a Wonder Woman

There’s no magic in my wrists

Set your sights on your goals and don’t expect no twists

I’m not a Aqua Man

Or a Hulk or Flash

Get that serum in your blood before you burn and crash