humans aint

Some humans ain't human Some people ain't kind You open up their hearts And here's what you'll find A few frozen pizzas Some ice cubes with hair A broken Popsicle You don't want to go there

Some humans ain't human Though they walk like we do They live and they breathe Just to turn the old screw They screw you when you're sleeping They try to screw you blind.

You might go to church And sit down in a pew Those humans who ain't human Could be sittin' right next to you They talk about your family They talk about your clothes When they don't know their own ass From their own elbows

Jealousy and stupidity Don't equal harmony

Have you ever noticed When you're feeling really good There's always a pigeon That'll come shit on your hood Or you're feeling your freedom And the world's off your back Some hotshot from Texas

Starts his own war in Iraq Some humans ain't human Some people ain't kind They lie through their teeth With their head up their behind

happy life

 Hi, glad you stopped by, I want to be happy, how do you do that? I'm over 60 and still it eludes me from time to time. It seems like by now I would have figured out how to stay happy, but oh noooo Mr. Bill !, not me, so I keep trying. This morn was good , we had some extended family from out of town spend the night on their way to the beach. They have a 4 yr old boy, he is always smiling, always doing something, playing, smart, what a joy just to be around him. It really made my morning. I cooked waffles for everyone and nice hot coffee. Today is good. Someone to talk with if only for a short while. I like being happy, do you?

never mind

 My last post was when everything was closing in, the wife was acting like she didn't love me and was ready to leave me and I did all I could to make her happy and it all backfired on me. Why keep trying when all you do is screw up? That's why I don't visit my family more, when I do they act like I shouldn't be there, my grandkids either sit on couch and talk with their friends  or watch tv , like I was intruding by being there. I am never invited anyway. when I show up its like this so if I cant do anything right why do it anymore?
 If I cant do anything right with them or at my home, why try at all? see my point? I use to be somebody and mean something but now I am not to anybody. oh well I am to my dog. She loves me and sits in my lap when I am in my mancave in my recliner and she falls asleep. I miss people but guess I will take what I can get. The love of a dog.
  I do take some of these feelings and put them into my songs on facebook or youtube to bad no one that really counts to me even watches my heartfelt attempts. but I like doing them, maybe one day when I am dead they will watch them and be touched then. I can only hope.  Till then , I live one day at a time.