Rhymed Humor

Family Debate
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Two poems:  the first on the optimism of a smoker, the second of alcohol fetal syndrome.

 

 

FAMILY DEBATE

 

It's just a little cash outlay,

there's still plenty for the rent to pay.

But the clouds that billow from your mouth,

theyve driven our canary south. 

 Puff, puff your life away,

You'll be saved on Judgment Day.

 

 

The pleasure, future pain out weighs;

you know I live but for today.

But your gums recede from scuddzy plaque

caused by tobaccos tar shellac.

Puff, puff your life away,

You'll be saved on Judgment Day.

 

 

Why believe the governments surveys;

the moguls of tobacco say,

"Its okay!"

But to you it really doesnt stink,

and sure your lungs are still quite pink.

Puff, puff your life away,

You'll be saved on Judgment Day.

 

 

So what, I have blocked airways,

and now no longer run and play.

Yes, I know you care not about cancer:

Someday well die, is your answer.

Puff, puff your life away,

You'll be saved on Judgment Day.

 

 

Tis my right, the pleasure choose;

Mine are tobacco and the booze.

You live in a moral vacuum;

So continue poisons to consume;

Puff, puff your life away,

You'll be saved on Judgment Day.

 

 

 

EMPTY FACE

 

 

Al, they say the good Lord made the sun,

the planets, and all we reckon on.

But why dear Lord make it hard?

Are there not other ways to deal the cards,

Like giving humans strength and wisdom?

God! Life is hard,

but life is hardest, when you're dumb.

 

 

Now Al, you had quite a run,

from parents home and place in sun

to these Bowery steps you sit upon;

too soused to realize what you've done.

Like the wine? the stink? the slums?

God! Life is hard,

but life is hardest, when you're dumb.

 

 

Now Al, you know your problem is .

for at our school, you were no wiz.

Consider how you've run the race;

You know your mom is an alcoholic.

God! Life is hard,

but life is hardest when you're dumb.

 

 

Your eyes, your mouth, your torpid face;

consider how youve ran the race....

You got the fetal syndrom from your mom.

God! Life is hard,

but life is hardest when youre dumb.

 

 

Now Al, I think you've found your place:

drunken dreaming, a welfare case.

Drown what little that you got,

it cannot hurt an idiot.

So drink your wine and be a bum.

God! Life is hard,

but life is hardest when you're dumb.

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