Tuesday Tunes


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 .

Monday Poetry

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This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.

my numbers are good this time ….

I have surgery scheduled for may 13th. that feels like a lot but I am hoping that will solve a lot

Tuesday Tunes


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.

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I feel like the week flies by. I swear I just posted my count yesterday.

I have a couple of new medications.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 15

2026 PAD Challenge Day 15

my response is:

our forefathers set up hope 
in a nation so young...
it was supposed to be freedom
for all and welcoming arms
for those who need sanctuary.

the new government are pirates
stealing the dream.
piracy of hope seems to be
unbelievable and profane...
for the reality of this country
is nowhere near what everyone
believed it would be.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 14

2026 PAD Challenge Day 14

my response is :

you were always there
when I awoke after
dreaming violence.

A soft safe space
to wrap around me
when I shake from
remembered violence.

I wrap myself in your love
knowing that I am done
with violence and am safe.

Tuesday Tunes


Lyrics –


We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall
If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding
How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?
You! (if you don’t eat yer meat)
Yes, you behind the bike stands (you can’t have any pudding)
(How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?) Stand still, laddy!
You! Yes, you behind the bike stands…


My 2 cents –


okay this song has a story. I started 9th grade 6 weeks late due to childbirth. my best friend at the time (who was dating ny step brother) decided that my first day of school hadd to be special. She brought a big boombox to school and as I got off the bus blasted this song so loud the cafeteria windows shook. it was incredible and memorable.

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