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Not Always Serious

The Inanities of a Pensive MindBy DENIS LILJEDAHL

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Copyright © 2011 Denis Liljedahl
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ISBN: 978-1-4685-2892-3

Chapter One

        Snoring

    In the dark of night when we're fast asleep
    There is a zone into which we creep
    It sometimes strikes right away
    Other times there is a delay

    Once it starts it's hard to defuse
    Deep rooted snoring you don't choose
    The windows rattle with every breath
    Bring on relief in the form of death

    Listening to your partner's Z's
    Racing back to sleep oh please
    Before the snoring begins to creep
    Denying me much needed sleep

    So what's at fault who's to blame
    Each of us snore there is no shame
    It can bring out the worst in us
    I've heard people snoring on the bus.


        The High Price of Gas

    Alone in your car going to work, cars stand around like a
      circle jerk
    We're driving alone more and more, this isn't the time to ignore
    Our big independence on foreign oil before it all comes to
      a boil
    When do we start to shift for ourselves, no longer being
      subservient elves

    To the towel-heads in charge of how we live and the
      politicians that cave into them

    We're caught in a world stuck on oil like a master spider
      webs' toil
    How long until we close the gate on the ones that hold
      our fate?
    Just down the road gas is ten bucks a gallon, you only
      travel when you, your pal and
    Some other people can afford to gas up, by then, what, a
      dollar a cup?

    That's the high price of gas!


        Cliches

    Life goes on, shit happens, how are you today
    Even Steven, a regular guy, much to my dismay
    Your ship comes in, stay the course, you can't stop the rain
    One thing leads to another, buckle down, no pain no gain

    Life is filled with tired cliches, worn out like a shoe
    The road of life is full of bumps, do I have a deal for you
    Out to lunch, bring it to the table, make hay when the sun shines
    If you get lemons make lemonade and read between the lines

    When a pig in a poke leaves a sleeping dog lie
    The ice in his veins will keep your hands off my pie
    Six of one a half a dozen of the other, what a drag
    Say it don't spray it and don't sell me a cat in a bag

    Have a nice day one at a time, freedom isn't free
    Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me
    A large part of any language is built upon the cliche
    So drop your cocks and grab your socks and to all a touche.


        Traveling

    Of all the places you'd like to visit, if you won the lottery
    Would it be anywhere in Africa? that's not for me
    Maybe a trip to England but as a vegetarian
    Unless the meat they serve was once equestrian

    Another place to avoid might be Jerusalem
    Around the Gaza Strip is dynamite strapped to a hoodlum
    On a lighter note Amsterdam is a good place to go
    Hash bars and hookers, smoke one and sex the `ho'

    Canada is too much like us, Mexico only out of pity
    Maybe stay in the USA, unless you like the gritty


        Dust

    Above the Earth so high, beyond the stratosphere
    Spatial dust is falling, it's been and will be here
    Dust that falls on earth today then on your mantle shelf
    Is over 10,000 years old and yet you must wipe it yourself


        Fellow Man

    As you walk this world tonight take with you all its delight
    Many things can bring splendor some of those you will surrender
    Others though will retain consider it a modest gain
    When we help our fellow man we become part of the plan

    Be in good spirits and don't deny this world is of you and I
    Be calm as you walk around this life try not to balk as it
      causes strife
    Paint your life as you would your house—make it complete


        Up North Flooding

    Oh, ya sure, you betcha my cow's in a tree
    The flood ya know is bad it even made t.v.
    I'm sitting on the roof, my boat ya know she sunk
    The corner bar is gone, I can't even get drunk

    The sandbags that we piled up, oh ya dey quit holdin'
    Main street has long disappeared but my hand I'm not foldin'
    Oh ya know it's gonna get better but not this accent
    It sounds so Scandahoovian, what's worse is the scent

    That would be lutefisk with whole boiled potatoes
    Oh you bet I'd eat it up here even some stewed tomatoes

    Oh ya, just get me offa dis roof,oofdah!

    Standing in the drizzle watching it fizzle
    You ain't got a schnizzle better get a chisel
        Say what? Say what? I said (repeat)


        Flamboyant People

    A lucid effervescent person up on stage putting on a show
    Showing us something never seen, lunatic circus and
        sparks out the blow
    Gigantic props with basketball...