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Five More Minute

| can’t get out of bed today. The sheets are warm.

’'m snug within the folds. Alarm! | slowly move to shut it off.

Floating away within the folds Hold on, don’t get out of bed it’s cold There’s five more minutes, five remain to be returned to my domain. Though it’s never quite the same

This time at my desk, carefully penning verses.

All | hear are curses. Laughing madly at the cluttered may- hem

And then the dream disperses

Give up all one’s vices,

Will they take the morning pain? Left with something dull and lifeless And Pll be lighting fires again

Back there lighting firecrackers, Been a backyard pyro master? Living like a little bastard, ‘til one blows up your hand. Bang!

And thus it is at end.

| HATE TO RAISE MY VOICE THIS WAY

but | won’t get out of bed today

I’ve got five minutes,

can’t you see?

Your cacophony bothers me.

I’m on a floating, ocean, island

with all of the amenities. Booked a room in a fine hotel In a world built on insanity.

My mind is full of cobwebs, walking down the hall,

a songbird stalking.

Don’t start talking.

| might say something softly,

give up a place that every sunset

bought me. é

Found your loved one, lit a fire in her heart. Find the ropes that she is hung from. Seen you scrambling, frantic as you watch her float away. Lost another, as just then you watch her blend among them.

This surely was the one in which my muse was meant to stay.

| have to get away from what | take to be myself. | want to buy the blue sky but Instead | have to sell. My state of mind for sweet sunshine Before | hear the bell. Too late, It rings. The stupor that the morning brings. If | found a choice to have it, | could not give up this guilt free habit. If you had a choice to give it, | do believe I'd live it.

There’s five more minutes. Please put the sun away, I’m not getting out of bed today.

The Marquis of Dee

c| Poet Lariat

The party was nice the milk was a pumpin Ah Yepee ah oh

and everyone was havin a bell

Yepee ah oh

Till them bull them start name callin Yepee ah oh

then them cow respond to the call

Who let the cowz out

Moo - Moo --- Moo - Moo - Moo

who let the cowz out

Moo - Moo --- Moo - Moo - Moo

Last year dah barn dance you had a bell You call me milkman and mud swine Get back bossy, mash bossy

Get back you flea infested bovine

Who let the cowz out

Moo - Moo --- Moo - Moo - Moo

who let the cowz out Moo - Moo --- Moo - Moo - Moo

Don’t squat with yer spurs on!

If you are out leading the herd stop every once in awhile to see if you’re being followed

Don’t drink down- stream from the herd

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