Their hits are like top 40 country -
That's just as good as a flood of classic rock on top 40 FM stations.
Hits like they had in Cotton Candy (Hirt),
Last Date (Floyd Cramer)
and, I believe, Alley Cat (Bent Tafrie)
may sound trite and stale to real music outies
and long haves erudite and fascinating,
but nothing like keeping it simple, stupid,
like the infantry motto says -
and avoid all the affected esoterian in cult music circles.

Yeltich
bewitchradish
Cromartis
comradeship
Jeter
big eater
DiMaggio
fragile
Ruth -
tooth
Mantle -
animal
Henderson
rendering
Cano
review
Bryant
sign in
Severine
ballerina
You get the picture.
I'm jealous and get a bitterness about all of them

"The trigector" uttered by **** Vita
"Nothing but the foot of the net" when a fighting Illini shot would go swish uttered by Tom Schroeder who would broadcast the old
University of Illinois basketball games
"Lofted by a single" in baseball,
"exploded for yardage" in football,
"Gathering undue boards" about rebounding in basketball,
"The Murderous Row" talking about the old power-hitting New York Yankees of 1972
"Cinderella Teams" or "Underdog Teams" who went far
"The Bronx Bombers" referring to the Yankees again,
the "Baby Bombers" referring to the present power-hitting Yankees of Newcomb's Greg Bird, Gary Sanchez, and, of course, Aaron Judge.
These are just some of my examples of sports slang and clichés I like.

Go ahead toil with the soil.
Let things come to a boil.
Boil an egg for all I care.
Just release the oil
into a giant spill in the
middle
of Texas!

Man's actions are like
cranapple.
They're reaction
to tenaction.
The reaction
is creation
of regulations
and dissemination.

There was a bore
who thought he was cuddly
like Archie Bunker
and Joe as in the movie
as in hwo would have thunk of him,
and head man at
Mel's Diner
who's gonna give
me, with me inferiority complex,
a shiner.
He might first think
he's frank
as in having a real spooky tooth
and not being really uncouth
and this business
that he's a bore
he's at war
there
Why he's OK.
He's the real man
"hard hat" or "redneck"
with the nickname Bear
a typical delusion.
He might think he's a ******
and that
he wants fusion.
Confusion would be what
he would cause if he
was in charge
He probably would want to gas El Debarge

To you Kelly,
bravo for your success
just as much as newly
reminding little ol me
of the finest in even newly
and teaching me him
to read a poem by Sherry
you smell so good.
your regure is exquisite
and you're probably at home
in the hood.
Your face has such grace
you as witt just wouldn't roam
and you probably know what is a kirutz.
you're such a pretty girl
I'd love to smooch with you
without haste
love, Mr. Charlie Sturies

I remember black guys in junior high
used to say that
and I didn't know exactly what they meant.
I still don't.
But it's an expression that sounds
like it'd make good rhymes.
Here goes.

"I'm wise
not in disguise
I may be shy and a wiseguy
but at least I'm not Captain Blye
Pay the way to the real magic bounty
apparently occasion during the
Vietnam War it seemed implied
by the underlining of the soul article content
in that Bruce Springsteen on the
cover of Time Magazine issue that came out that
seemed to start off the revolution
of the summer of '68
an issue I picked up with the underlying
when I landed on 1st St.
an open psych ward that summer
So one of us is a traitor and the real
Fletcher Christian - that's all the
underlying meant - of all of us
who were into the name.
But it sure wasn't me, I'm not a Navy type
butcher, though big girl there, Army brat
through and through
Yes Sir Captain Blye
I'm arise
and not in disguise
or Louis Nye
and Sigma Chi
and the dunce the Fly
and the desire to move up to the sky
and us guys
who like to get a little high
****, the squares call it,
though to me it's natural
so I won't make any lately
and about thinking I'm one of the guys
Yeah the Mighty High of Joy's song
Captain Blye
a man named SKy
and the fictional Joe Clay called a ****
back at the U of Ketchum
I think was it's name
but that was just implied."

Geet -- the Indian as in India Muslim of 5 years
seems neat
and doesn't expect any jeers
or anybody saying
he has smelly feet.
His hair is not really in arrears
and you can tell by his sense of humor
is nice and complete.
Geet, Geet,
not a cheat,
a credit to Islam,
a credit probably to those who claim Christians,
He's capable of feats
and of course he's not trying to tell
everybody to take their seat
A happy face,
I bet he's not worried about
having a taste.

I saw you on James Corden.
I liked your lime-mirange outfit.
It fought, yes, the boredom.
(I know, i seem fascinated by life,
But i still wouldn't handle it
With a knife).
I needed to watch it -the show
I needed a person like you just as much
As you Diana your mother.
I just wanted to be reminded of it like sometimes I feel there's
No other
Passion
posit - traction
Relaxin'
When there's a tax-in.
(It was around April fifteenth.
My money goes stright to
Don Monteita).
Just kiddin?
What's ripplin?
So the story goes
As sting says,
Just lookin in
On TV Land.
Is that such a sin?
Tracee-
You're better that Macy's
And your clothes have nice laces
I don't mean to be racist.

Dogpatch this is I'll bet
God is not dead, he got wounded in Tet.
Jubilation T. Cornpone
played Stubby Kaye
in the Broadway version of Li'l Abner
was better than anything by Aldo Ray
Guys and Dolls,
frills in Jazz,
A Cigar for Moe
and an award for cars,
this song is different
and it's a little more uptempo
than Hey Jude.
Yeah a harking back to Nino Tempo
Musicians are rifting
weightlifters are lifting
old women are sitting
and I even might want to get into knitting

if I let you know that I am well
influenced you to the enph degree what would
you do?
If I let you know how you can fall hopelessly
in life easily like me what would you do?
If I let you know I love your bluntness
with me about aspects of me what would you do?
If I let a slew of people know that
i'm impressed with their taste inspire
of them being name preppy and social
compare maybe what would they do?
If I let Donald Trump know i'm envious
of his stretching out his neck for the U.S.
what would he do?
When a medical professional might let
me know that "that's not good" about
connecting "wrong with me" and that all about
me do I still consider them as reassuring
me that they're concerned about my in basic health?
If I got "secret pills" now that I feel
there's awesome love retrieved us what
would they do?
so much for that

One,
I count the suns
Two,
I blew a fuse
Three,
Call me if you will a tweenk
Four,
No, I'm a bore
Five, What is jive?
Six, I think I need a fix
Seven,
I guess I'll get the muslim heaven
Eight,
I just want a taste
Nine,
I bet I go blind
Ten,
I like to think I'm hep as in sen-sen
there I counted to ten,
with justification
now I'll lose my temper without
supplication.

Read the great books
read the dictionary
become a jazz singer
perfect my bingo playing
learn how to play the regular drums
more
collect furniture sets of NBA collecting
cards
sleep a lot
wear lord & taylor clorfars now
rather than brooks brothers
travel some more
see my favorite group Tavares Clue
in concert
think I can do all that?
I think I can and them some
I'm probably fed up with watching reruns of the Beverley Hill Billies
like it seems so many of
my what seem to me to be as true
taste wise "friends" yes when I lable
them commands also do for watching them
watch I chances are they're (who even they are)
lane you since.

I imagine I can snow almost any female.
I'm sure I'm emphasizing enough that
I make the whole thing up about my
mindset there.
I think I need certain women more
whose looks in the face appeal
especially to me.
I think I love them especially for
various aspects of their bodies like
the thin width of their arms and legs
I imagine their scent measurements and
the way they speak to be exuded by them
just for a guy like me.
I have to fantasize but I don't want to
go around saying things like I can't get
"No Satisfaction" (a Rolling Stones song) and introducing like "The New Thing" (a Maryn Caye-Tammi Terrell song) just
to call attention to the fact like
there's much more to me than a little
boy in a candy shop of beautiful eco men
you see I'm trying to tone down my mixed
up ness but at the same time
emphasize my reactiveness.

I liked professional wrestling at one time, but mainly because I thought the names Rick Flair and Andre the Giant has a nice ring.

I liked kickboxing when it first came out.
Home plastic, right?!

I just loved Treasure Island when I was reading it as a little boy and like either Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn, whichever was the easy one - at least for me - I think it was Tom Sawyer and I found Huck Finn hard when I started it - too hard for me so I stopped that chore, to me.

I hate to read, but yes, I think it's good mainly for just little old me I think I'm so (as a friend called it) im-po-tent.

I think it's east to like the Yankee in baseball, Brooms Brothers in Ivy League clothing, and Land Lubber and Britannia in jeans.
It is, isn't it?

I like barflys. They're loveable to be with to me and their base baby faces and a certain inseams, fake or not, I think.

I practically say in my writing that I like all underdogs irregardless but I've found at one time or another some Jews to be offensive, some blacks obnoxious, and some Latinos hateful.
That smacks of real hypocrisy, right?
Enough of this.
I'm just spouting off,
I guess.

All the voices are wimped together,
Cloudy, and clear,
Here you'll see something that makes you deng,
Makes you hear,
Ciacress
You regress
And fret
Other getting wet.
Here you'll see
Progress outer tea,
A way to record
And lets get clear,
No fear,
And don't lear.

I can't handle keeping busy,
I try to hard to be all around.
If I would specialize
Which major trying to do
I would be hardy
Or am getting happy.
It was something
About being schizoid
Thinking in themes
On concepts
Or cepts as they're called
In on pregonagurte literal
Mets school,
And not concertingring
On the thing at hand

I like my silliness sometimes

and my utter seriousness
with tongue in cheek sometimes
just to add a little - like I say
my father called it - sense of humor.

An emphasis on how *******
should be prevented in civilizations
if at all possible - once again.

I'm trying to be funny -
cause we don't want a
decline and fall of the
American Empire
but the police - man's other
best friend besides a dog -
will prevent that
which brings me to this - what
my sister dear calls
perverts or this ****** harrassment business
is being made too big of a deal out of
not that it's a doable offense but
some of us don't like a crime wave
of old men after all.

Tristan,
probably Christian,
probably know the system,
and probably like
Lawrence Fishborne
not that he's ugly and that's iconic
that beautiful hair
would like whom I'm implying thought is ugly
Lawrence
since summary people
think like attracts like.
I don't know what i'm saying here
for you'd think
if a hippie looking chick like her
would like one if those rude dudes
with a lot of hair.
me have a cute nickname
like Pobje like to think
I'd probably about that make a stink
not that I'm what is know
in ministry circles as a stinker
I like to think I'm a thinker
though
but maybe I crave Tristian
I probably shouldn't
since I see myself an ugly home runt
so no one I probably should envision.

Difo
*****
******
Killjoy
Kilroy
Rodgers, I'm of Gene Autry
fan.
******
*****
My ding-a-ling or yours?
I regret
that I have just
one life to give
for my country.

Dave - he said I'm going to make you **** a moose
Eric - he said to me yes A. Sturies you're another Walt Disney
Bucky - a real character who just talked baby talk
Leo - the black hebephrenic who'd wait with laughter at the most idle of chatter
Melvin G. - a hippie ex-Marine with PTSD who said the same thing happened to him that happened to me - being put in a straitjacket and flown out of stateside full territory getting roped into a serious "mental illness"
Melvin T. - a case of Tourette Syndrome, oh does he get insulting in my opinion
Tim - who's laugh and then cry, what an emotional rollercoaster I imagined him to be on
Bill - sort of a kind foreign bewildered stunned who waltzed around the work in circles for lock-up back in the day
Donald - who'd pretend to silence a doorknob on that same ward

Furt,
Drink your squirt,
Don't hurt
Or blurt
Out Curt
Or skirt
The issues of the tissues,
Bird
What's the word,
Curd,
On curb.

Socialize your soap
Socialize your medicine
Organize a great society
Fight the sociopath
Make this a debutante thing
But don't socialize me
I just need subsidies.

The soft and tan and young and lovely
Makes us all think life we're lovely-
But don't get delusional-
You're not little Miss Sunbeam
Soft and tan and young and lovely...
Soft and tan and young and lovely...

If I had a clipboard
I'd chart Yankee spring training wins,
my weight,
and my on-going health problems
and see if they interact,
all on a lined sheet of writing paper
since I fancy myself
a race horse a la Man of War
and want to know
life guard's techniques like a friend
knows
so I can just live
just like the song
by Bobby Brown goes.
*** up that piece of
used bubble gum
and stick it underneath
your table
if you want!

JuJu fruit
probably cause
I think
they won't make me toot
but more than that
I like the texture
and variety
so it makes me a fixture
at the movies
so I can move in high society
This one's just as silly
and semi-meaningless
as a number
of others I've written
recently
but I reiterate
as the song goes
by the Gallery
"Little things mean a lot".

I like your what I call
Jewish good looks
it looks like if you were alive during "the revolution"
you didn't get took.
I don't think you're a Trump
fake all the NBA "studs"
also I know you're not a pup.
you look like you've lost weight
and are still attractive enough
that you're not in the take.
Your blandness (knockout 60s German
movie actress) you're not
but you're far from a snot,
let alone a mannequin
trying to make it with some
latest point captain.
I want you just a little
but as soon as I hear
you play the fiddle
I'll want you a lot.

Romantic translantic,
Bromade,
Rolaids,
*** revolution,
the rock group The *** Pistols,
Rhyming Simon,
Simple Simon,
the list is a tisk
of a fit
of Pitbull
is about all
as in Fall Paul.
Reminiscing
try me out
to get some clout
about a lout
and a flout
in a nostalgic
oppressed
society
of ice tea
and cream of wheat

The all-around beauty of Brie Larson
The sassy rascally *** appeal of Shaun Robinson
Yes, Charlize Theron's dignity
Yes, Courtney ***'s nice smile
And oh those legs of Olivia Newton John's
The raw beauty of Melissa Claire Egan,
The joy of life that Jane Fonda exudes,
etc.

I'm getting short.
I get winded easily due to my fat stomach
somehow I don't think I'm putting
best foot forward to get a girlfriend
I'd be right for
somehow I feel like I let my friends
down
somehow I don't think I've been as good
a Sturies as I could have been
so you see, I have my disappointments
favored do to speak and I've heard
if you don't have all your goals you set
out to achieve, you are regarded as
a failure by the expert.
If my finals involved the end results
of the above, then so be it I'm a
failure...
but I don't want to be that demanding
of myself - I like the song "That's Life"
by Frank Sinatra a lot!

I gain all of a sudden,
2-3-4 pounds.
It makes me sgudder.
I hate the feeling of being bloated
that companies the weight gain
the dieticians wants me at 195.
I feel so frustrated: like owning
an Archaic De Soto
I feel next I'll pull up lamf
but 20 pounds differential-
I'm relieved it's just that
and in spite of shrinking in height
I don't consider myself fat.
Somehow I feel I'll get some
treatment that's preferential-
for not getting carried away booloo
too

Giant crackerjacks roll
Down the highway,
A huge christmas ornament crashed down on it
And I'm about to flip
I think
So I won't make a big stink
About what I see
Even i it's on TV.
Yeah the fuzz
Will do something about time.
I hope not
I just want to be let be
To willow in my sorrow

Oh Cypress Gardens of the Crocodile Rock
Ode to **** Mock
and he thought
I kit, that my personality is
neither here nor there
but my soft toughness is hot
so he came up for air
and probably took in the Movie Hour
Mock
Works like a clock
and nothing against Vern Tock
He doesn't bother to hock
what little he has
as he know it's in the past

Coo coo ca choo
as in regality.
This is mere formality,
people thinking disabled vets
are simple drips -
that they got dirt underneath
their fingernails
or something.
Just kidding there.
There does seem
to be a drip sense
ever since
the advent of
the modern day army brat.
Just kidding there.
There is this poem
less abstract?

Got buried with your boots on
A ghost maverick came down from the sky
to grin at you
and he won't let you yawn
as you start on your natural high
Boothill love
It doesn't have to be another dove
one from above
as you and John Wayne
mutter being lowered
knowing the while thing it's tame
and the gang's got you covered.

Maggie Murch
Thought she had to lurch,
go back to church
and flirt.
Her feet weren't
right on the turn
of the firm
of the win
that would burn
Maggie Murch,
I've got to learn.
Oh Maggie
go back to the baggie
and sacky
and stop making me be your lackey.
That's, in my opinion, tacky.
She'll probably, behind my back, call me fatty.
Yeah lachte
But no, you're not like all that, or catty
and yeah you probably got a black friend named Hattie
I'll see you Saturday
and drop the name Mattie

I don't know whether it's a deadly sin - I just can't help it.
Just you, cool black Jew in a way, you'll do
Tjose tight-fitted legs
generate ,y mind
as I anticipate marriage
and my thighs on yours.
You nice breath
will enable me to anticipate
a nice Italian beef dinner.
Your go, Yahweh, is similar
to us Muslims' Allah
so it'll be spiritual, too.
Maybe there will be
more modes than that.
Then we'll e down
for an evening on TV where you
explain to me
the significance of MAS*H
or the Beverly Hillbillies
or as we watch a DVD
what's so hot about Tom Hanks
I didn't change with the times
but my **** will be hard enough for you
I bet.
Cheers
(I could follow that one a little, though.)

Charles Sturies
in his lurid services
searching for Glory,
remembering Saffe
as in Sister
not or *****
remembering his Florida vacation
drive and his mother's fistula
doesn't get visions,
wanting to live in the city,
a sturdy fellow searching for a stale mate
trying for courage
and ridiculous civility.
Charles Sturies
there's scourge
for your porridge
Hit one for Nancy
and Nancy's friend Rita Boria
and one of your fantasies,
Piper Laurie
Harry Sturies

Some people can get just the right LPs.

Some people can get just the right CDs.

Some people can pick out the right tea and the right amount and kind of jeans.

Me, I couldn't figure out what to buy if I had to, and I find myself the guy who wants to know what to buy.

Money grows on trees to me so actually that really isn't true, that's why I want to know what to buy.

I throw it away on things I don't need.
But believe in giving someone some money is sorta investing in them like they're ready for show business success or somethin'.

Or sometimes I give people some money just for the hell of it.

I'm incompetent maybe, or a soft-touch, period.

Or else what I think is both philosophical and philanthropic.

(I give to charities as much as I deem fit.)

So pass off money giving point blank as giving to charity point blank.

Some of my money gifts are good cause I bet.

I still don't know what the whole problem is as what some lack of it has to do with any competency or lack thereof, or my financial success or lack thereof.

I do pass off frivolous giving, though as due to fear of being mugged sometimes.

Things have gotten fuzzy to me ever since my breakdown, so I figure it's just wanting to yes, buy almost anything.

Figure that out - of course, you gotta have money to buy, but I think there's some sorta kickback, and that what comes around goes around means.

But I'm also easy come easy go.

Who knows?

But we can never see
the love
OK, I'm Charles Robert Sturies,
Charles Robert Sturies,
the we,
and yeah Oui Magazine
in anyone but me
So you're my special angel,
guardian angel
in a protective, motherly way
and explain that there just
isn't anything
like an instruction per se
it's so the way
Oh say, Never try to obey

I like to think
I was born with a sense of humor,
maybe not like the Harvard Junior!
But enough to qualify as a zoomer.
They used to call me here at the VA
because of my loudness, I guess, boomer,
I still feel like a ham
but I get serious now because of the jam
I listen to
and the qualities in me that exist too
like a bit of cynicism,
a bit of skepticism
and even a little bit of a sickie in me, too cool.

McCartney got by with a little help from his friends
I got by with a little help from my little friends
like a broken toothpick
that's come in handy
like for example getting the McDonald's
hamburger meat out
from between my High German
spaced out teeth
or a bent one last cigarette
in a semi-wadded used up soft-pack
of Camel regulars
or that kind of retractor that fir
inside of 45 records
to play an inspirational
song like I Want
You Back by the
Jackson Five was
at the time when I
couldn't find a
friend myself.
McCartney was lucky
with friends.
I had friends too, sure
but I don't think they
know I was down and out
and living on a retiree pay
of $180 a month
and practically supporting 8 black guy
"buddies"
at the same time.
But there always was
a "friend indeed for a friend in need"
so I survived intact
and yes
am still intact

Dudes who think they're cool
studs and *** symbols who are
slimey and adenoid cases
Non-combat vets who they're
combat vets.
Followers who think they're
leaders.
People who have delusions of
grandeur.
There're other people
who are way better.
Some of the shady looking
people in politics today.
People faking eccentricity
because the think it's going to
get 'em a better deal medically
you know,
We say the all-round man
symptoms where guys think they're
a combination of John Wayne and
Jimmy Dean with shades of
Vincent Van Gogh thrown in
Relevent gay people who imagine
their lives to be perfect
Certain plastic TV shows being in
fashion as well as kinda tacky food.