Papa's Song

Papa's got you
HEY!
Papa's got you
HO!
Papa's got you in his hand
Because you are his little man
And together we will stand
Forever

FATHER'S DAY

Thank you son

For drawing me on

Beyond the Doors of Death

As I drew my father before me

Some great men

Live forever when

They make books or bridges

I am just a good man

You rest on my shoulder

Bald head as you dribble

As I will rest on your shoulder

When my hair is brittle

You stand on my shoulders

As I stand on my father’s

And he on his

Stretching back to the dawn

Forgotten but never gone

Sideburns and pomade

Greatcoats and sideblades

Stretching back to sloped brows

Flickering shadows on cave walls

This my first Father’s Day

I thank you for giving to me

DEMOCRACY

Democracy is a river

You can’t step on the same place twice

But it will drown you anywhere

Democracy is a sweet cola

That comes in fancy cans

Whose formula changes every year

Democracy is an old horse

Blind and wheezing

That still pulls our cart

Democracy is a fine-tuned machine

Made in the 1800s

That no one alive knows how to fix anymore