I wish you would hear my emotions ascend and screamFrom the depths a stream of consciousness flowingLike a huge wall of sound swelling within a dreamMaybe then you could give this poem a title Like tidal waves slowly rising on...

Just hear those lay bells jinglingRing-ting-tingling tooCome on, it's lovely weatherFor a lay together with you Outside the hoes are callinthey’ll be no blue ballin, "Yoo hoo"Come on, it's lovely weatherFor a lay ride together with you Get it up, get...

She likes it long in the backShe likes it short on the top and the sidesShe likes it back in blackShe wants to go for a mustache ride I am your mullet manYes I amGonna take you for a ride...

Everyday it's on repeatdrink your coffee move your feetTake your brain and then disposewhere it goes, nobody knowsJust keep movingjust keep workingDesperate systemmental prisonKeep on the tracksdo not look backJust keep working hoursthat devoursHopes we're dreamingit's deceivingThis is madnesscostumed...

My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...