Just Trying to Help Out

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Manitou

The Great Spirit Manitou

Who in his deepest wisdom gave

The land and all the duties with it

To the Anishinabee

Resides, it's said, in rushing

Waters in the lake named for his

Sake and thunders from the narrow straight

Find him, there's no need to pray

As I drive by on the One

I give ol' Manitou a wave

A fairy sits upon my shoulder

Gayly whistling away

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Bring the Motherfucking Ruckus

You’ll never read this poem ‘cause you’ll never want to check Reckless driving Daisy B. who always lied to me I see Quebec Is still too small to fit your ego if it’s free ya best Protect Ya Neck My boy or end up C.R.E.A.M.E.D and seem a wreck In fact that fucking compact package needs to come down from her rich-ass perch and see The Projects of your mind for what they are she ain’t no shinin’ star the Brooklyn Zoo’s manure’s purer. For real though, without all the artifice of poetry. You are a bad person, really deep down in your heart. You’ll make an excuse, “I’m not selfish” you’ll say… Because of this technicality or that…. I want you to know this because it is the God’s honest truth and I have always been honest with you: You are selfish and careless and you are a deeply, deeply, flawed human being.

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Jellystone Park

Green tie and a smile Wave to Ranger Smith At Boo Boo’s for a while So we can shoot the shit I hope you’re feeling hungry ‘Cause we’ve got a lot to do Gonna wreck some pic-a-nics With my best pal Boo Boo Look there! Did you see him? It’s our friend Ranger Smith To be fair, I’ve been thinkin’ His friendship is a myth “Well just a second Yogi Do you really think that’s true?” I’m absolutely, positively Sure of it Boo Boo

We can’t leave our confines Or else he’ll give us chase He’s policing our compound He keeps us in “our place”

Do you believe that we should be Ghettoized like this Boo Boo? We steal for our suppers Because what’s a bear to do I wake up everyday And it’s always the same Forget about being free I feel all alone I didn’t land on Jellystone Jellystone landed on me They put me where I can’t get out Just because I have a snout Ranger Smith won’t keep his crown I done being his fucking clown That white putz in a uniform is gonna feel my thunderstorm I’ll make that goddamn bastard swear I’m smarter than the average bear Laugh at me; I’m a lark But I’ll have every pic-a-nic basket left in Jellystone Park

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They Cannot Stand the Gaff

It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff We’re tired, headed down the shaft Got my cheques’ tail cut in half It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff It’s true, we either fight or crawl And with our backs against the wall We will, together, stand up tall It’s true, we either fight or crawl It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff The time for calm has long since past My older brother’s lungs went black It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff We stand in solidarity My wife can’t go to the pluck me My house went to the company We stand in solidarity It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff And struggle’s skies are overcast Shelley’s masque is here at last It’s true, we cannot stand the gaff It looks like they can’t stand the gaff They shipped up cops from Halifax They shot Bill Davis in the back It looks like they can’t stand the gaff

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Realize that anyone can feel anyway About you and your weird-ass life, and trust me, it’s okay Just keep flexin’; maybe you’ll never ever find Anyone who really loves just what you’ve got inside Yeah it’s sad but also fine, you don’t need them

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Slow Up

Pump your fucking brakes a bit You’re moving way too fast Every joke can’t be a hit: That’s no excuse to crash Dummies do what you just did They act before they think Best to sit on pots than shit And stain the goddamn sink

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I’ve Got a Great Memory

I’ve got a great memory For the feeling of the fuzzy sheets For all the goss and juicy deets For Kenny’s Pizza after dark And whale watching by the park I’ve got a great memory For fleeing parties without care For questions about underwear For frightful kicks when in mid dream And for sex that ripped you at the seam

I’ve a great memory For new friends made on that camps bridge For quickly flipping friendships switch For moving far away and silence And for four-wheelers, cliffs, and sirens

I’ve got a great memory For your jean jacket and a beer For your dark blue and white dress For your red sweater and a hug And naive cute running stuff

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Back Home

I want to cèilidh daily I want to rove on home I want to go on pogey And to never be alone I want to feel a reel here I want to just belong I want to lay here lazy And to hear a bonny song

I want to stop the rage of change I want to wield this rhyme To save the things I hold so dear And freeze the wheels of time

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The Best Things

When I was in high school the best things I could think of were Being lazy and playing video games and eating ribs I wanted life to be easy and to not have to work because Practicing hockey or trumpet or math was boring as hell and I could do better If only I was allowed to stay at home and watch old movies in a sweater

Later I developed a curious mind and a moral instinct I took some Political Science courses and listened in Gender Studies I went back and read the books I should have already read The best things I was aware of  Were making social contributions and being unique And helping people and making a difference I worked hard so that I would become The kind of person who could accomplish these things someday

One day in college I met a girl swimming in the pool with some of my friends As far as I could tell, she seemed quite pleased to meet me It took us less than a year to become inseparable In these days, the best things that life had on offer Were her laugh and her fingertips on my shoulder blades And the afternoon nap in her bed they call la petite mort I suppose that, without context, anything could be the best thing in life But somehow I doubt that there will ever be something better or more grave Than her love

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A Sip of Something Great in the Morning

I don’t think there’ll ever be More out there for me to see Than what I saw in you and me

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Mixed Messaging

If every borrowed word online You made your tumblr blog opine Were the reason to your rhyme Then we would not be out of time My heart fills up with every post Emotions that I often host Expressed by electronic toasts So why must we become a ghost

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Sometimes

Sometimes You marry the person you met in the park One sunny evening; it was just getting dark Their laugh often warmed you in your later years Sometimes your life works out despite all your fears

Sometimes you fall asleep in the bed of a truck Your best friend’s; it crashes; your tossed when it bucks You lose the control of your feet and your legs Sometimes life sucks no matter how much you beg

The person in one story can be in the second In fact, our lives are a mix I would reckon Remember to get up when life lets you down ‘Cause sometimes, just sometimes, it all turns around

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I Promise

Somethings surprise Rise and rejoice in the ready made riddles Life launches at you Somethings are slow Reacting is really remarkably easy Learning is leisurely when the licentious are latent Burst with your life Take on your strife

A surprise is sweeter than safe shifts for sure I promise

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Is That Wierd?

I don’t know how To give up hope I just want to keep trying Until it wears out my joints And punctures my skin Deflates my lungs Dirties my soul Changes my brain Is that weird?

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Write it Down

If you wake up in the night With a rhyme you ought to write Get a pen and make a note Or forget and miss the boat Don’t you end up just like me If only I’d got up to pee

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Good People Paradox (2/80)

Giving up fighting is Not in your blood Trying for Heaven in Spite of a flood Strength is your easiest Friend in this mud Others will fall though and Land with a thud

You see them fail and you Think its your fault Fingers might point and fill Your wound with salt I’m even guilty of Such an assault Don’t let it kill love in You by default

Your heart’s gigantic it Tears when the skew You see the world with is Hating on you Please keep in mind that your Fears are not true No one I know’s quite as Thoughtful as you

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Flawed

I’m not Quite sure Of you Or me We’re not Quite pure: You screw Then flee

I can’t Endure Too few Love-pleas

We’re in Manure Up to Our knees