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
thanks

not for your yanks
or the pranks
the good things top the ranks

the Army's tanks have helped save our planks
they do not fire blanks
and it is all about money in our banks?

 With 'thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends
you are many who should be recognized
many have escaped our praise
gratitude is always appreciated
for thanksgiving we should count our blessings
laugh and enjoy, aid, smile, in our land of plenty

a penny is a penny
it now takes way too many
I can not even get half a tank full with a twenty

to walk, talk and avoid heart block
I admit I have been shell shocked
too many different starting blocks
the pilgrims at Plymouth rock
now we go by an atomic clock

my own life is based largely on common stock
the doors need to be unlocked

thanks to you
those I knew
some may have passed through
maybe I never outgrew
what it is I pursue
some things became taboo
beef stew, gym shoes, kung fu, home brew
big blue, what I blew, some never came to

Thanksgiving
living
forgiving
reliving
admitting
for a day maybe all the bad vanishing
its buried in the back yard

its over there some where

the damn burgers were charred

that south of the border had a green card

hell it should not be that hard


if life is unfair

a balloon rises with hot air

what's underground might make you a billionaire

charlie brown thanks to lucy never had a lord's prayer

is the pope catholic? in the woods is where the poop is found of a grizzly bear?

then buried in the back yard

under an old bath chair

maybe from a one night affair


under the ground a trump card

been there done that

older than a lazard

call in Scotland yard

a new membership card

rescued by an old St Bernard?


Don't look too hard

its buried in the back yard
money in the BANK

Cleared and Settled

WHAT? WHAT?

money in the BANK

Cleared and Settled

WHAT,mo fo WHAT?


if they ain't no cash flowin

flowin in the right direction

by direction I mean my WAY


what you call a cash injection

like my affection for a great erection

both I'm always in collection

HELL NO Objections


Cleared and Settled

In the BANK if you understand my English

would I had never trod this english earth

money cleared and settled

filled to the girth

increases my net worth

some more money gives me a rebirth



Money in the Bank

Cleared and Settled

WHAT?

if not makes me sick to my gut

its just smut

precedent ed to be a slut

they love to watch her strut?

clean or uncut?

mmm nice butt

a nut? like old KING TUT?



Money Cleared and Settled

Sitting in the bank

yea, just another 'Think TANK'



I was born the son with a royal flush

the lucky sperm club came down my way

a picture can be painted with a brush

that pretty girl I had a crush on makes me blush

hush hush the son born with a royal flush 

is going for the gold rush


born the son with a royal flush

the cards must have been dealt

as he asked her and knelt

un did his belt 

she must have melt as they felt

the beginning of the son born with the royal flush


american made

the very highest grade

the son would be forever displayed

a life of pure play

perhaps the survival of an air raid


the son born with a royal flush

has had to evade

many have tried to invade

they have a great amount yet that is unpaid

he made lemons into lemonaide

still the son born with a royal flush enjoys getting some 'strange' laid


the challenge, the game

he will reclaim

they never will be the same

he was born with his last name

many try to defame

The son born with the royal flush will proclaim

its fortunes, not fame


The son born with a royal flush

seldom rolls the dice

plays by the book

knows the price

he is precise , tries never to get burned twice

always on the look

sometimes been shook

encountered many crooks


a royal flush

to play the hand

the royal flush need not bluff

the son born with the royal flush has had enough
Snow has fallen
More snow than maybe ever
To be out in it you must be clever
Extremely careful in all you Endeavour
Somewhere down below all this snow
The frozen melt is very slow
When the water does flow
Spring flowers really will grow
I always know
On TV will be hoops, throwing up some free throws
Basketball- I will never outgrow
Valentines is around the corner
I am part warrior, lawyer, doctor, maybe even a little tom sawyer
Some day I will marry some ones daughter
Some said I was an actor worthy of an Oscar
As an author, born to my father
One thing I always believe in is the dollar
It is the dead of winter
Here in Kansas , go figure
The super bowl, the madness of march
These are a fixture
She will let me? On Valentines kiss her?
Like down east on I-70 in St Louis they have the Arch
Who knows what people think?
A lot of them just stink
As they are missing a link
They drive me to the brink
If she winks, maybe I’ll get her a Rose, Pink

T h I n k

What you see on the marquee
May be full of jubilee
There is no guarantee
To think under a tree
There are always some who disagree
Even with the guy with a degree, a PhD from MIT

The atomic number 1
odorless highly flammable diatomic gas;
 the simplest and lightest and most abundant element in the universe 
H, hydrogen
H2O. water,
Any form of recourse
Will be all over earth

Look in the sky
Why? I too wonder some
Any intelligent reply?
Anything real upon which to rely?

Now and then
Between men
When there was a ten
The power of the pen
Seek zen, eat salmon in your den

A beautiful bouquet
Same old clichés
Live or just pass another day
Obey and everything will be ok?
Love the blue looking out over the bay
there was a girl named rhonda
she drove a little honda

she saw something bigger
called the anaconda

asked once
asked twice
third time she enticed

george the tool to let loose
the mighty anaconda
she called him zues
she tried to seduce

there was no excuse
the tool had to produce

she assured she would not misuse
that she could never accuse

to bend over her caboose
the juice of the golden goose
like a wish for the never ending noose
once with the anaconda rhonda would forever profuse
to seek solitude with anaconda live then a life of recluse

george the tool let her have it
that started the end
rhonda would never forget
the new friend when she would bend

over, over and over
not a four leafed clover
red rover red rover
rhonda yelled 'anaconda' come over

and so the story goes
once rhonda got hosed
she was anaconda driven
she never opposed
she to the tool proposed
she promised to never impose
the story never will close
Tazing Me Softly with your gun
You seemed so kind and fun
Until the shock from the son
Of a bitch - I could not run
Who the hell thought of that damn gun

Why would a purely electric moment
Turn into such terrific pain
Shit I just laid there in the rain
Nothing to lose or to gain

I brush my teeth, I comb my hair
Smoke still comes out every where
The taze is not so soft
Still every time when I cough
I think of the time when
The ass hole shocked me and I went to the pen

Even after all these years
After all the lost tears
We will drink another beer
And forget all our fears

The taze is not so fun
The shock from the son
Of a bitch with that damn gun
always leaves me undone

What did I ever do
That would cause you to
Do that electric shock
God damn I owned the STOCK
DID IT EVER MATTER? HELL NO
Put me away- lock the dooo
Precedents established one time this
One time that-so I say screw it and just piss

Brush fires come- brush fires go
No respect any mo
Another day brings another low
Whats all this fo?

Just piss on the fire
You know I was never a liar
I said what I did
You twist it around and I blow off my lid

How much do I weigh?
He asked me one day
Before the cops took me away at night
I never even put up a fight

An early christmas present from me
Earlier that day to my family

Montana teds grill
Buffalo from the hill
Delivered via email and print
From mom and dads house where I went

So in return for my thinking ahead
My internet resume has me in a jail house bed

Should of- would of- could of
If I weigh less than 170lbs by 1 lb or more
If I laugh when I’m mad does that make me a whore?

Some day the time will come
Do people really think that I am dumb?

Only the guilty have something to hide
You know I have never lied

Some day there will be love
Thinking of a nice white dove
And what we have become
No I am not a bum
Just a genius you call ‘head’
Guess I will rest my head in my jail house bed
By George A. Crawford in Jail in Gardner Kansas Sept24-Dec21 2009 for what?
Pi day 

Pi, I ask you why 
When I was young you knew me as shy 
As you stood before my eye 
The beauty you would supply 

A skirt might show your thigh 
Some thing always made me try to apply 
Now more than ever I need your reply 
You know I demand what you imply 

Some where up there high in the sky 
Perhaps in the riches of dubai 
You will never say good bye 
I will never ever as you know deny 

They have called me tough guy 
Called me sly 
I try, I cry, I try to never lie 
Somehow long ago everything in my life went awry 

Has the well run dry? 
Am I here on earth just to spy? 
Though soon it will be Pi day and I sit here and just sigh 
Are there any numbers any more? Any equations left that on I can rely? 

3.14 and yes I want a lot more 
22/7 is 3 weeks and a day into july 
March 14, Pi day - I will wear a tie 
Pi? Oh Pi? Am I your guy?