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Please Don't Tickle Me God

by

Mark Macomber

So this is my life.
Can I say uncle now?
I give, I quit, let go.
Great joke, Ha, Ha.
Where is the punchline?
It's been real, it's been fun,
but it ain't been real fun.

God, are you out there?
Can I come home now?
You didn't leave a forwarding address.
Please let me come home.
I feel so alone and the days are getting longer now.
I tried to learn this lesson, but, how do you cram for
something not known?

All I ask is can I come home.
Please don't leave me alone.
Call me and let me know.
It is in your hands as it always was and
always will be.
My life is in your hands, handle with care, and
just let me know that you are still there.

Jumping Joe

by

Mark Macomber

A flea, a flea, a flea jump on my dog.
This flea, yes, this flea, was mean and
bit my dog.
My dog, yes, my dog, kicked at this flea and
told him to get off.
The flea, yes that flea, just smiled and told
my dog that his name was Joe and Joe had no
intention of getting off my dog.

So my dog, yes, my dog, bit the flea and
crushed him with his teeth.
Now here lies Joe, yes the very same Joe,
the one who would not get off.
Are you dead said my dog as he looked at the flea
just lying on the floor.
No, I'm not dead, just catching my breath, and you best
believe I'm not done with you yet.
With that my dog stepped down hard on the flea.
He finished him off with not one stomp, but three.

So long said my dog, yes, my dog said this.
You must understand that I could not allow that.
You fleas, yes you fleas, are disgusting and nasty.
You bug me, you bite me, and then want to fight me.
But there is one little thing you failed to see and
that is that I am not scared of a flea.

The Embarassed Cat

by

Mark Macomber

This is the story of a cat named Riley.
He is a black cat and thinks himself quite wiley.
He always wanted to be a witches cat and almost made it,
if it wasn't for that.
That being a white spot on his belly, which just can't be.
You see a witches cat has to be all black, more scary you
see.

So Riley got the silly idea to paint his white spot black.
Then he went to a witch who he knew needed a cat.
The witch said oh my, who are you and do you need a home
little guy?
Riley said yes I do need a home and a fine witch like you
would be perfect for me, by the way my name is Riley and
I'm all black as you can see.

The witch looked him over, up and down, and said why yes
you are all black come in and sit down.
With that Riley went in and sat down, but the paint was getting itchy and driving him mad.
So he decided to lick himself to satisfy his itch, but the
itch was getting really bad, so he licked and he licked
until all the paint off his white spot he wore.
Then he realized he was not all black anymore.
So embarassed that he had tried such a trick and when the
witch saw the spot out the door she did kick.
Go away shouted the witch and never come back, for you know
that a witches cat must be black.

Riley was embarassed to say the least, then he thought for a
bit.
I don't know why I didn't think of this before but I know
where there is an old blind witch.
With a big smile Riley toddled along down the path to the
house that the blind witch called home.

Little Jimmy Know-It-All

by

Mark Macomber

There once was a little boy who knew it all, or so he thought.
Jimmy was his name. He never listened to mom or dad.
Spoiled rotten so they say.
He's a good boy, said his mother, you just have to know him.
A little bit of love and attention is all you have to show
him.

One day little Jimmy met a stranger on his way to school.
The stranger said hey little boy want to know what's really
cool?
Little Jimmy said I am cool.
The stranger said let me show you something that will make
you really cool and make you very popular with the other kids at school.
Here take these pills and pass them around and you'll have friends for life, yes friends will abound.

Little Jimmy took the pills to school and passed them around.
Some kids took them, others thought him a clown.
The kids who took them were laughing and carrying on wildly.
The other kids just looked at them somewhat strangely.
The teachers were suspicious and called Officer John.
Only little Jimmy knew what was really going on.
He just sat back and laughed and thought how cool he was.

Officer John looked at the kids who were acting so horribly.
He said there is no mystery here, the problem is really quite clear.
These kids are high on drugs you see, any ideas who the
perpetrater may be?
The officer looked around the room and saw little Jimmy
looking quite proud of himself.
He approached little Jimmy and asked a question, do you
know anything about this corruption?
Little Jimmy just smiled and said, there just pills and look at the fun my friends are all having running around, it's so cool.

Officer John just looked at Jimmy and said with a frown, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me downtown.
He said, Jimmy you see drugs are not cool, and the person who gave you the pills is a fool.
Little Jimmy thought he knew it all, but, he was obviously wrong.
You see knowledge comes from listening and knowing what's right.
Let this be a lesson to all children this night.

Pointless

by

Mark Macomber

Pointless is, pointless was.
Life seems pointless just because.
Things go right, things go wrong.
Life seems pointless all along.
Heartache comes and heartache goes.
Is life pointless? Only god knows.
One thing for sure and this take to
heart, pointless or not, life can
rip you apart. It beats you down to
see what you are made of.
It tells you to survive, you need
to have love. Life is not a game,
life is not art. Life is just
pointless, from the end to the start.

Medication Rules

by

Mark Macomber

Upbeat and perky.
I fool myself daily,
I fool myself completely.
As a fool myself, I
remain, you guessed it,
upbeat and perky.

Don't tell me about hate, racism,
or feelings.
Don't wake me from this foolish
state.
Upbeat, upbeat and perky, I wish to remain.

If you must speak, speak of only
good things.
Speak of babies and puppies and
such.
Speak of things I love so much.
For the moment you speak of things that scare
me, you will wake me from my foolish dream
and force me to see things as they really seem.

Gods Intervention

by

Mark Macomber

To end it all now.
To end it all soon.
To end it all early.
To end it all late.
I know the end is near,
though it is getting harder to wait.

If there is a way to make it better.
If there is a way to make it go away.
The answer is not obvious, yet the
question still stays.

Should we stop the madness now?
Should we push for Gods hand?
Should we blame those in charge?
Should we blame those fallen?

The world is a scary place, the
story has been written.
The end is no longer in our hands.
At hand is Gods intervention.

Here Boy!

by

Mark Macomber

As a dog grows older.
Does he love any less?
Does he realize or know?
Does he see how much his dependency
grows.

I love my dogs, more so than
humans.
The innocence, the unconditional love.
The fact that they make me laugh and
I believe they purposely try.

As a dog grows older.
Does he wish to be closer?
Does he want more attention?
I hope so. Indeed, I know so.

As my dogs grow older, I grow
older with them.
So many have gone by the way.
I so dearly miss them.
Yet I always get another, though
I know it won't last.

The time with my dogs is
irreplaceable, unforgettable, and undeniably
the cause of my sanity.
In a world without.

Misery Loves No One.

by

Mark Macomber

Good choices, bad choices.
Sweet choices, sour choices.
My love, my choices, and my
hearts many voices.

Bring to me my favorite everything.
Bring to me my favorite one.
My life revolves around that which is
not seen, yet felt.
My mind stumbles over that which has
no sound, yet is heard.

Leave me to my own thoughts.
Leave me to my own direction.
Let me go alone in search of that
elusive affection.

Let my love erase the pain found
only in my head.
The death of love is not but dread and
dread is all that is hither.
Do not leave me to my own devices for
lonliness abounds and my pain does never
wither.

Fire

by

Mark Macomber

Hell has cast its vote.
On the day the world watches
to see which fool is elected.

Hell has cast its vote.
The poor do their part,
electing the fool who touches
their hearts.
The fool who promises the
world and delivers it not.
Time and time again, the
words ring out. It's my right to
vote and they're all we've got.

Hell has cast its vote.
If you put a millionaire in charge,
do you not get deception?
For what does a millionaire know
about poverty, hardship, bad credit,
or collection.

Hell has cast its vote and
I see no need for me to vote this
time.
The lesser of two evils is by no means
encouraging.
I have yet to see the candidates anything
but discouraging.

Hell has cast its vote.
Make no mistake about it.

Fire

by

Mark Macomber

Here Boy!!

by

Mark Macomber

Medication Rules.

by

Mark Macomber

God's Intervention.

by

Mark Macomber

Waiting with Wonder

by

Mark Macomber

If I must choose between life or death,
how do I make such a choice?
If I must choose between right or wrong,
how do I know anyone will hear my voice?
Death I am told is not the end of life.
It is but the beginning. If this is the case,
why do not more people choose death over life?
Is there pleasure in living in pain?
Is the loneliness that has become like a conjoined
twin in my life worth the constant pain and anguish?
Answers fail to darken my doorstep.
Questions seem to toss me in my bed as I try to sleep.
If death is just the beginning, what is it the beginning of?
Perhaps loneliness will subside after death.
Perhaps death is the beginning of happiness.
Perhaps I will wait to see.
Perhaps I will hurry it along.
Perhaps I will just hope that life truly does begin after
death and happiness will abound.