Thursday, June 28, 2018

ihop hang

As some people call me a son of a bitch
Not as rich
I got the itch

After the son of the son of a sailor sang
Nothing was left open but ihop pancakes for a midnight hang
Everyone was wearing tie dyed Jimmy Buffett t shirts and an idea sprang

Not a song about margaritas
Not cheeseburgers, no paradise angiitis
Not drunk and a midnight screw to light us
Up higher than just beaches and steel drum partitas

A rhyme of after party at the house of pancakes
Many a late night out have ended gathered around tables at the h.o.p.
Always plenty of people of all shapes
Up and down from the cream of the crop

Warm maple syrup, only brought from a server
All kinds of berries and whipped cream
May end up needing a life preserver
Send you to bed sleeping a not so sweet dream

Jimmy, Ga Ga, Taylor you top the charts
Join my new song
Fill in the parts
You all have great big hearts

I pound the gong
Ladies may wear a thong
Everyone knows all along
Jimmy Buffett music can never go wrong




Monday, July 3, 2017

Do You Love Me?

Do you love me?
or
Do you love me with everything you ever had?
Do you love me with everything you have, will ever have?

Do you know me?
Do you remember me?
Will you ever forget me?

Are you the one?
The one I won?
Are you the one?
The only one from now until forever?
Are we as one, two together?
Do you believe?

God has brought
Each a different gift
Are we to be? Gifts under the same tree?
Celebrating every day, as two children, along the way.

Do you know?
Do you think?
What does it mean?

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

I sleep around
so?
I am at two with nature
she gets me aroused
so she is my neighbor
you think I am a ho?
so?
a sleaze is one who sleeps around?
And with dishonor laid me on the ground
who cares where one gets laid
whether early or late
a woman in lace
may just sit on my face
it has been said
any man who takes her to bed
with out any thought other than to bend
her legs around his head
is the bad man of the town
wears the crown of the clown
but he knows when he goes down
down under her gown
she never will frown
she will scream to the town
'take me now take me home'
the woman will drown
in the bed where she moans
begging for more
begging her man to lock the door
she never calls him a whore
never quits even when sore
when I let out a roar
too fired to ever snore
my name will be in the lore
as the man hardcore she could never ignore
we went to explore
our selves laying on the floor
so what if she could have been the girl from next door
yes, my intent is to shock and awe, become a billionaire off my poetry, rich, billionaire rich....... any way I feel like, precedent-ed in america.


"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once." -- Albert Einstein
"Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day." -- George Carlin
"There is no such thing as a little freedom. Either you are all free, or you are not free."
― Walter Cronkite

In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure. - Bill Cosby
Action is the foundational key to all success. - Pablo Picasso
"An investment in knowledge pays the best interest"
-- Ben Franklin
All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the better.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.
- Buddha
experience, reality, vs theory, Albert Einstein- a figure head to some, symbol of intelligence, out side the norm, - Buddha- the real world, and what exactly does 'is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all', that is never in stone, a constant, credible, pure chaos/anarchy, every where, every one.....

sleep around
yo moma

know moma

show moma

glow moma

whoa moma

me coma

aroma

loma

yo moma

you are a lover

we discover

you uncover

I am mortal

individual

amor tu moma

yo moma
i'm going to write a country song to sing to you
it's friday night, the hurricane's all the way up to kansas city and has me alone at home feeling blue
last night at kcpl, the free country bands, really drew quite a few

had a beer, some girls in tight jeans showed some rear
a presidential election, what a great year
i write great songs for a guy with a BS as a mechanical engineer
huh

letterman's on my tube
i could never get that rubik cube
more than beer, i like some nice boobs
huh? yea

if that solo cup song made some money
if hugh hefner has the play boy bunnies
the hurricane rains have me home alone with out a honey

so this is a country song
it will not be much more long
shouldn't guys be arrested for wearing a thong?
huh? hell yea

if more song is what you want
repeat these lines, are there cowboys in vermont?

baby I was born to own
whether my inheritances, I bought, or was given stock
baby I was born to own
with the pay check, bank loan, money from where ever it came in, baby I bought what I wanted
baby I was born to own
common stock, mutual funds, etfs, options, calls or puts
baby I was born to own
The A+ in econ 1 then acct. 1 just backed up
baby I was born to own
'the common stock owners own the company'
baby I was born to own
the natural born owner I proclaim myself
baby I was born to own
 When I Owned, but did not get paid because of that
baby I was born to own
When I went to school and partly because of that
baby I was born to own
When I owned and it did not matter
baby I was born to own
The Owner I am, explains all that has happened
Baby I was born to own


As THE Owner day one
baby I was born to Own
I know a lot, I know what I know
baby I was born to own
Baby I was born to be a billionaire
baby I was born to Own
Billionaire Baby, is what I am to be, it is a given
baby I was born to OWN
George A. Crawford III MS BS KS Scholar all 4ever

this poem/song was inspired by Bruce S. song born to run, a lot of things in my life are inspired/evolve from music on the radio my entire life, tv, movies, schools, books, the hoods, the work places, the fun places, it all compounds and creates new/old ideas from me, like most every one else, we are all 'victims/products/inspired by our surroundings' good bad and ugly, all of it.
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she doesn't love me?
-
what? why not?
-
I don't know but I've been told
peckers heart is made of gold
-
if she don't love this man right here
hell - I'll just go drink a little more beer
-
if she don't love me, if she ever did
my blood boiled over, just like a little kid
-
she loves me when
I bring her ten
days with no sin
what is the looney bin?
her identical twin?
when? again? again?
-
she loves me
of course she loves me
what else could she do?
shampoo and wear new high heeled shoes?
what ever I am use to
she loves me, she comes through