#AmericanWriters
Danny O’Dare, the dancin’ bear, Ran away from the County Fair, Ran right up to my back stair And thought he’d do some dancin’ t… He started jumpin’ and skippin’ an…
She’s a liberated lady and she’s l… And she don’t need your protection… And she does not want your help. And if you’re lookin’ for some pre… You better go look somewhere else,
Well I was sittin’ up in my crane… Can’t get promoted no matter what… Ah when the forman he comes around… He says hold that load up there fo… Cause I got to check some gear do…
One two three four five six seven… I’m standin’ on the outside lookin… Lookin’ out at me on the outside l… Through the window of my madness a… And you say you understand just wh…
They’ve put a brassiere on a camel… She wasn’t dressed proper, you kno… They’ve put a brassiere on a camel… So that her humps wouldn’t show. And they’re making other respectab…
“Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive,
Big Barney Fitch, he got soddenly… He got a big fancy house in Melbo… With buckets of loot and big black… Acting so haughty and well-born But we of Australia, we’re childr…
(To be said in one breath) Elaine gives me a pain, Gill makes me ill, Winnie is a ninny, Orin is borin’
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
(Okay now years ago I wrote a son… And everything except then I star… It is unfair I am looking at the… And as I get more older and more… I begin to look at things from an…
Oh the changing of the seasons it’… And though I find this balmy weat… There’s the wind come from tomorro… And I’m bound for the changing of… Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it…
Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickerin’ flutter, And I know what it’s about. There’s a light on in the attic.
Oh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the sno… But the taste of a thumb Is the s… (As only we thumb-suckers know).
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners