The Impulse

An old hag and two little boys at a toy store

Hello children

what do you want old fart

Judist priest don't talk to your grandmother like that

your not my grandmother your his grandmother

oh sorry I'm blind as a bat

leave grandma no one wants you here

okay see you later children

yea don't get hit by a bus or do whatever

oh thank you child you are such a great child good to meet you

Bad Poetry

There was a beautiful boy
there was a handsome girl
they met only once
it was there one and only date
they confessed there love at first sight
it ended then and there
there love was severed
by that bus

DIRECT ORDERS!

Rock out like the price is right. Like you won. Rock out like there will be someone to meet you when the get there. Like you were accepted. rock out like you made it out alive. Like you have direct orders to. Rock out like you shook the dust. Like you made the game winning buzzer beater. Like you made your first dunk. Rock out like you got the girl. Like you decided to go for gold or go home. Rock out like WWII ended. Like you were blind and all you had was music. Rock out like you made it to the end.

Shake the Dust

This is for the kids without shoes. For the athletes replaying a loss. For the hearts with no love. This is for all the broken hearts with no glue. Shake the dust. This is for the never been kissed. For the loveless. For the boy sitting in the rain alone on her doorstep. Shake the dust. This is for the beginning and the end. For all the failing students. For all the girls not asked to prom. Shake the dust. This is for the eyes that won't cry. For the legs that can't walk. for the mouths without word. Shake the dust. This is for the minds without thoughts. For the dreamers without dreams. This is for the distance you have to travel to get inspired. Shake the dust