My Response Is:
Here I sit for all to hear
Singing my history,
In hopes that I am not the only one
that learns lessons from it.
for forgotten history is repeated,
and repeated history is nothing but tears.
So, I will sing it as loudly as my voice allows.
I will sing it as often as I may...
And I will hope that I am strong enough
to keep the memories alive
and history at bay.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 28
my response is :
childhood moments,
so easily forgotten,
skipping river rocks
just for the fun.
making popcorn chains
to throw about recklessly,
hoarding laughter like
the treasure it is.
Lyrics –
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in bloody sheets
To drop you six feet underneath
They put you in a pinewood box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks
It all goes well for about a week
And then, your coffin begins to leak
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
As you begin to decompose
A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes
Chews through your stomach and out your sides
Your stomach turns to rancid grease
And puss pours out like melted cheese
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead
And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out
Your brain turns into maggot pie
Your liver starts to liquify
And for the living, all is well
As you sink further into hell
And the flames rise up to drag you down
Into the fire, where you will drown
Your skin melts off as you descend
And Satan tears you limb from limb
Your suffering will never end
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out
And when your bones begin to rot
The worms remain, but you do not
So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by
For someday, you’ll be the one to die
And when Death brings his cold despair
Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”
My 2 cents –
I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .
2026 PAD Challenge Day 26
my response is :
today my brain is so foggy
that I feel as if I am playing
solitaire with a deck of 28 cards....
I have forgotten all I need to know
I want to remember,
I really do,
but in the moment
all I find is myself confused..
2026 PAD Challenge Day 25
my response is :
small doses of kindness
is simply a way to show
the world there is love
still in your heart .
treat others as you
would want to be
treated.
that is the best
way for anyone
to live.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 24
My response is :
faeries are born
from the laughter
of newborn babies,
or so we are told.
but I believe that
Banshee are made
from forgotten hugs
when loved ones pass.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 23
My response is :
when I thought
I had forgotten
how to fly,
and it hurt so much
all I could do is cry...
when I realized the wing
was broken and laying loosely
I determined that i must
fly anyways.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 22
my response is :
memories from long forgotten places,
I find myself watching it from a distance
as though I am stuck in a repetitive
dream without any way out.
drifting into something resembling
an active dream of poetry
and possibility
2026 PAD Challenge Day 21
my response is :
when trying to describe
who I am and who I am not
the ink is limited.
there is no clarity
in the darkness
of the ink pot,
even as it empties.
Lyrics –
If God had long hair
And a goatee,
And if his eyes looked pretty glazed…
If He looked spaced out
Would you buy his story?
Would you believe he
had an eye infection?
And yeah, yeah, God looks baked
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis?
Hit the bong like some of us?
Drove a tie-dyed microbus,
And he subscribed to Rolling Stone?
When God made this place,
In the beginning,
Did He plant any seeds?
Or did he put them
there for Adam and Eve,
So they’d be hungry for
the apple that the snake
Was always offering?
And yeah, yeah… God rolls great,
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis?
Do you suppose he had a buzz
When he made the platypus
When he created earth, our home?
Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones?
And do you think He rolls His own
Up there in heaven on the throne?
And when the saints go marching home,
Does he just sits and smokes a bowl?
My 2 cents –
okay I was absolutely shocked to find out that this was done by the cranberries. it was originally a bob rivers song and joan Osborne made it a hit.
Pattimouse 