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Hot Stuff D.J. Donny Johnson, just had a nasty day, When he had a "close" encounter, with a dose of pepper spray. His canister was needing, a shakeup and a test, He aimed and sprayed it to the east, but the wind was blowing west. The back splash settled nicely, on D.J.’s outstretched hand, He then went in the men’s room, he had to take a stand. On the next call that he went to, he was very fidgety, The D.J. Shuffle soon began, a dance you have to see. The burning was incredible, he could not make it stop, D.J. had stopped shuffling, and now began to hop. From the car beside him, all soaked with morning dew, He soaked his hands, and shoved them in, but the fire in there grew. Running out of options, amidst increasing pain, Oh, what he wouldn’t give for, a cloudburst and some rain. For any tips that he could get, I’m sure he’d pay big bucks, But he did not go to Lost Lagoon, swimming with the ducks. I’m told that his solution, nowhere is down in ink, He simply tore his pants off, and sat down in a sink. After soaking for an hour, and prancing all about, D.J.’s problem had been solved, the fire was put out. It’s a good thing that he didn’t have, some frozen cubes of ice, The results upon his burning spot, would not have been too nice. But if he did it carefully, I’m sure it wouldn’t wreck-er, For Hot Stuff D.J., would then possess, a Red Hot Chilly Pecker. PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 99-04-05 (179)  http://members.tripod.com/~Sir_Fuzz/

Not All  is a Masterpiece by Harry Polis Not all that I write is sweetness and light but hard like a bed of nails. Some make it fine on line after line Some of it moves like snails It's witty It's shitty Some tell  and some don't It comes from the heart and told by the throat Some of it sails and some of it sinks It glows oh-so-brightly or suddenly stinks It comes from the heart in part after part and leaves  when it tells its tale And sometimes  land a minnow and sometimes  I land a whale.

The Lookback by Harry Polis I look back now and then to see where I came from. I sometimes joy  at what I see The pain I feel if only I look closely and remove the fantasy in wanting to see things other than  what they were at those times I feel the longing to go back to the safe time that has passed But on looking deeply I see the failures And at that moment, realize I must go forward because my mind has moved beyond that Such a small insight And yet How many are stuck  at that truth and cannot  move from that spot And so remain forever                           looking back with closed eyes.

Geometry by Harry Polis I've done things not doing  by doing in my mind Like once I found this corner made by two large walls and shouted at their reaches that echoed back my calls As eyes searched these parallels and perpendicular planes I visioned naught but  just straight lines a traveler just of trains And all I really had to do was just to turn around But me I faced in corners My trip had come aground I dreamed of spirals with circles To fear, I reasoned trains But me I faced in corners with perpendicular planes I pictured dreams  and made up schemes with all kinds of solutions And I rigged thoughts of every size I made my own pollution I pictured picturing travel along the winding lanes But me I faced in cornerswith perpendicular planes.