I'm alive and kicking,
kicking out a tune;
tune up that thing
and I'll play a tune for you.

You can take this body;
body and soul;
Soulful, blues and jazz.
Jazz ain't rock and roll!

When I'm dead *******,
and my singing days are through,
Tune up that thing!
You know what to do!

3
Blood brothers,
equal in blood,
fathered by the music of love.
Each is perfect,
different in style,
all born from an act of love.

The right look, leads to a smile,
the right smile, leads to words,
the right words, lead to desire,
the right desire, leads to a kiss,
the right kiss, leads to a touch
The right touch, leads to a caress
The right caress, leads to ***,
All of this, leads to understanding,
understanding leads to love,
the right love, leads to contentment,
contentment approximates happiness,
Happiness is everything.

I was treated like the VIP,
A cat and a big fish,
A hook and a big Six,
whilst visiting madam bow-peeps
rotisserie of *****,
Always receptive,
Wearing open silk
working 9 to 5am.
With a little overtime,
hot funk never satisfies,
She had the way-with-all
to feign, delight; even interest,
before negotiating the price,
Two shekels,
She was classy,
kind of slick,
she tickled my ears
for nothing more than kindness,
a small token in exchange for a smile.
She popped on a tune,
as she took off her dress.
The petting started
her two hands tugging with the zipper of my jeans.
A woman's touch... Ha HA,
the rich sultry kiss of *****,
tight and tasty;
***** like a ripe tomato,
Sugar fried and drunk.

She opened her legs,
her hair smelled like shampoo,
She was on her belly,
knees tucked up
as I took in the fruit,
deep holes filled with **** and shabby fingers,
hollow spit and angry poison,
head spinning to the groove,
loud and high,
The bed squeaked
and a single light bulb dangled
like a loose tooth,
Ten minutes and
two ******* love songs!
Sick and spent up,
I got dressed to leave,
I said with a poke,
"I couldn't get laid,
Not even in a ***** house!"
And now I'm back in the cold again,
only dirtier.

I don’t mind being under the shoe;
If it means I don’t have to step on you.
I don’t mind being over-whelmed;
if it’s all too much for you.

I’d be nothing; if it wasn't for you!

Moon beams, sun beams,
Silver gold, winter pearls,
Upside down, hanging down,
People come, people go,
New place, old clothes,
Old world, new flame,
Hand in hand, in the rain,
Pretty mouth, pretty hair,
I kissed her there,
By the stairs,
People clapped,
The husband stared.

We rode our horses cross-country,
Through the nations of the unknown,
We survived the snowy mountains,
And lived off the land and the trees,
Through hot summers and cold winters,
Through deserts storms; we circled the trails,
We learned from the birds and the bees,
We hunted the elk, the deer and the buffalo,
We fished to feed the travelling spirit,
We turned acorns into flour,
We set our senses free.

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Europeans brought Soldiers, missionaries, smallpox, the common cold, scalping, reservations, whisky and the rush for gold.
You brought land grabbers, oil barons, fencing, bricks, barbed wire and all the accoutrements of your civilised culture!
You made this country your own; and forced it's 1st nation people into a 3rd world culture.

You ***** the land of its resources, filled it with waste.
You wasted the water to make coke, burgers,
and fantasy towns.

To reign supreme in a new-world without shame!

Savages!