Summer colors

Blue moon...I saw you standing alone...

Forever love in yellow.

new flower

Purple S

backyard project

first sunflower of the season

Can anyone give me a beat?

We’re All Going to Work

By Mortimer Frenzy

(Our guest writer, Mr. Frenzy, has been invited to write a beat poem. He must, however, include in his prose a mention of the actress, Cloris Leachman. Challenge accepted!)

Who is it gonna work today?
Who is it got some bills to pay?
Who is it got some money to burn?
Who is it gonna spend what they earn?
That’s you, man, that’s you.
That’s you, man, that’s who.

Yeah, it’s the lawyers and the politicos,
the window washer with a bloody nose.
We’re all going work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

It’s the disco jockeys and the sleepy heads,
the hippies with their hemlock dreds.
We’re all going to work,
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

It’s the book readers and the deep thinkers,
it’s the beat riders and the day trippers.
We’re all going to work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

Who is it gonna take my job?
Who is it gonna set me free?
Whatever it is that I may be…
A night sweeper,
a day dreamer?
Who is it gonna take my job?
Who is it gonna set me free?
A rabbit runner,
a Vegas stunner?
Who is it gonna take my job?
Who is it gonna set me free?
Cloris Leachman?
A lady of distinction?

For it’s the players and the sex machines,
the high-heeled junkies
and the promster queens.
We’re all going to work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

It’s the killer jacks with bronzed guitars.
It’s the muscle heads with cast iron bars.
We’re all going to work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

You say you don’t wanna work today. Oh no!
You say you got another game to play. Oh no!
I don’t wanna work!
No, I don’t wanna work!
But that ain’t the way it is, man.
That ain’t the way it is.

For it’s the cowboys and their lonely crew.
It’s the pick up hustlers and the color blue.
We’re all going to work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work.

It’s the dragon man and the kid with mice,
it’s the wedding crasher with a packet of rice.
We’re all going to work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all going to work. 

It’s the train ride back when your time is up.
At the end of the day you gotta feed the pup.
Hey, hey, we’re all done with work.
Yeah, yeah, we’re all done with work.

It’s the bedside manner when they tuck you in.
It’s a free ride to heaven if you didn’t sin.
Hey, hey, we’re all done with work.
That’s right, we’re all done with work.  

*Ironically, Mr. Frenzy wrote this ditty while on vacation.