Freeway Shooters Beware

Freeway Shooters Beware

A typical day for me and you.
Ducking bullets as they fly through.
Take a drive on the freeway.
Always go armed. It might be today.
Someone will shoot at you.
But, mama didn’t raise a fool.
You are ready, armed to the teeth.
Your James Bond car is oh, so sweet.
Line them up and fire away.
This is how they want to play.
Rip them every way but loose.
Fire some rounds up their caboose.
Self defense is the name of the game.
Sorry, I didn’t get your name.
But, I sure as hell got your number.
Your car will need a plumber.
It is full of leeks and holes.
Looks like a soaker garden hose.
Think twice about who you shoot at.
They may be ready to come to bat.
They will knock a homer with your head.
Today, you should have stayed in bed.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Don’t Wait, Act Now!!

Don’t Wait, Act Now!!

Long ago, when I was a kid.
I use to explore all around.
A country boy, I often hid.
It was hard for me to be found.

We played hide and seek.
One of our primary things.
I would hide by the creek.
I disappeared, like I had wings.

Others would search for hours.
They never found me at all.
I climbed up in the bowers.
Then I prayed I wouldn’t fall.

They never looked up for me.
They looked on the ground.
If they looked up, they would see.
Then I would finally be found.

That never happened, even once.
It is like a lot of people today.
They go around, like in a funk.
Never looking up so they could say.

“Eureka!!,—– I have found it.”
They would realize where we are.
They would start using their wit.
Changing things, making it better by far.

“Look up, for your redemption draweth neigh.”
Does it sound familiar to you?
More truth in this than meets the eye.
Time to look up. Don’t be a fool.

Wake up and smell the roses.
Your world is disintegrating around you.
Do you have to be beat with rubber hoses?
Wake up, there is so much you can do.

Things could improve in every way.
If people would just look up and see.
If they would listen to what I say.
Things could be better for you and me.

Stop, look, and listen to it all.
There is still a little time.
Don’t wait till after the fall.
Then think you have lost your mind.

There is a way, but we must all act.
The ostrich syndrome won’t work .
We must come together, it’s a fact.
Be assertive, just like Captain Kirk.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Political Devolvement

Political Devolvement

I went to a political rally last night.
A tussle broke out turning into a fight.
Several ended up bloody and bruised.
There were arrests that happened too.
The end result was not productive.
It was nothing except disruptive.
They didn’t prove any points at all.
Except to show they have some gall.
No one changed how they felt.
Many just wanted to give them a belt.
They should say it in a non violent way.
Find someone who supports what they say.
Have them run for office some day.
They could then support their effort.
Let them make their claim unfettered.
That would be the American way.
Are things that much different today?
Come on folks. We are all Americans.
Don’t sell us short. Share with them.
Help us all to come together.
We can survive this stormy weather.
Freedom of speech is a special right.
Don’t drag it down anymore tonight.
Let’s keep alive the American dream.
Let’s make peace and stop being mean.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Rebel Rouser

Rebel Rouser

There has got to be a hero today.
Someone who will listen to what they say.
Someone who will stand up to the fight.
Someone who fight for the right.
Yet, there is not always someone who will.
Just keep pumping the old rumor mill.
What it takes is everyone together.
She said she will lead, if we let her.
But, it must be a group effort to succeed.
Every single person is what we need.
We have a strong reason to believe.
No, we have not been smoking weed.
It is the principle of the whole thing.
It is what each one of us bring.
If enough believe, we can change the world.
If belief leads to action, I am thrilled.
Action will lead to bringing about change.
Change is what is needed, we claim.
Out with the old, in with the new.
It will lead to something good for you.
So come on board and voice your opinion.
The worst that can happen is dissension.
But, even that will cause people to think.
There is a better way. The current way stinks.
Call me a radical, because I stir the pot.
It is better than nothing. Is it not??
Come on folks. It’s time for a better way.
It is time to make it a better day.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Free Help Shot Down

Free Help Shot Down

I made a discovery that would help all.
It was worth money if I made a call.
But, I said no. All should see this.
The internet was a way that won’t miss.
It will be different than other ads.
Nothing to sell, just information to add.
Tell how to activate your central core.
A series of exercises and no more.
Those who followed this got results.
In no time, my presentation denotes,
that this information is in demand.
The hits were astronomical, man!!
The message will give you a 6 pak.
You’ll be slim, your belly flat.
Just 8 minutes, 3 times a week.
Results are fast if you meet
each goal that is made clear.
You have absolutely nothing to fear.
There is no charge. It is free.
I want the best for you, you see.

Very soon, the pressure came down.
“Shut down your web site, you clown.”
Diet companies and related businesses.
They would lose millions if I persisted.
They said I would do jail time.
They would take everything that is mine.
What has happened to the American way?
I guess it doesn’t exist today.
Everything is geared to money.
Those who control it are not funny.
Never threaten their way of life.
They might stop you with a knife.
For those who didn’t download my web,
It is too late now. I stop or I’m dead.
I don’t want anyone to have a belly.
Especially if you tried till you are silly
just to reduce the size of your gut.
I know you feel you are in a rut.
But, I am now barred from helping anyone
until the day of kingdom come.
Hopefully, enough of you have copies of it .
Share with others. Let them have a fit.
There is little freedom, really, today.
So make the most of it in every way.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

No Help Coming

No Help Coming

I was targeted by someone.
Or, maybe, it was by something.
My internet access is no more.
I threw my phone out the door.
All electronics won’t work.
I don’t think it is a quirk.
No one else is affected so.
I don’t know where to go?
I called the power company for help.
They said: “All is o.k.” I said: “ See YELP.”
I gave them a nasty review.
My girl said: “Someone is coming for you.”
“They have white coats & a butterfly net.”
I said: “I have not gone crazy yet.”
Someone has destroyed my life.
Wiped out all credit and the like.
No more bank records. I am broke.
Fired from work for a fictitious note.
I can’t buy gas. I can’t buy food.
Nothing will improve my mood.
Did the government do all this?
Soon, they will tell you when to piss.
I have to figure this mess out.
I might be becoming psychotic, no doubt.
It won’t help to maim and murder.
I’d go to jail before it went further.
At least there I have 3 hots and a cot.
Is that better than this mess? Or not?

I’m in the soup line on skid row.
I have nowhere else to go.
Waiting to get in a homeless shelter.
It is hot and I’m in a swelter.
I can’t find work. I need references.
I no longer exist on internet, my guess is.
I am an invisible man without a country.
I feel like hanging myself from some tree.
What has happened to ‘the American way?’
Somehow I have gone astray.
I have been cut down in my prime.
I might as well be doing time.
There seems to be no way out for me.
So much for ‘the land of the free.’

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Poor Choices, Lack Of Voices

 

      Poor Choices, Lack Of Voices

There was a way before the fall.

If there was any way at all.

It was a time. There was a choice.

A time back when you had a voice.

You could choose right. It was allowed.

Many did. They had avowed.

Others didn’t. They still complain.

They thought life was such a pain.

They wanted more but, they got less.

There was no way they felt blessed.

They are not sorry for their choice.

They felt they, then, had a voice.

Yet, the results are totally wrong.

Seems they waited way too long.

Now they are ruled with an iron hand.

There is no freedom in the land.

Now, no matter what choice you make,

It will be a big mistake.

The government has total control.

They say what to do and where to go.

You no longer have a will.

You are so mad, you could kill.

Actually, you have nothing at all.

But, you were the one who made that call.

Now, there is little but, feeling blue.

The big “S” will tell you what to do.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

Days Of Love Gone

      Days Of Love Gone

I can’t take things the way they are.

I can feel every cut and scar.

Be it literal, or on the heart.

The end result is tearing us apart.

 

I remember much smoother days.

Making love was the popular craze.

Flower children pushed ‘flower power.’

How did we get to this crazy hour?

 

We need to start all over. Start all over.

Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.

Go back to loving and caring for others.

Our greatest work was under the covers.

We preached love and all it involved.

We were happy to be part of the crowd.

 

Today, trust no one, is a no brainer.

Who does the government have on retainer?

No one depends on one another,

only on the government. That’s a blunder.

 

We are becoming a nation of sheep.

We are organic robitoids in the keep.

The government tells us what to do.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

 

We need to start all over. Start all over.

Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.

Go back to loving and caring for others.

Our greatest work was under the covers.

We preached love and all it involved.

We were happy to be part of the crowd.

 

The hand writing is on the wall.

We can’t stand. We have to crawl.

We have no backbone of our own.

This is killing me to the bone.

 

There has got to be a better day.

Let’s go psychedelic all the way.

Bring back the flowers and the love.

Bring back the loving turtle dove.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Forefather’s Knew The Way

 

Our Forefathers Knew The Way

There is a room full of people

but, there is nothing inside.

Their attempt at caring is feeble.

Very few of them even cried.

 

It all is much too common.

Horrendous tragedies daily.

Yet, they stand there, yawning

What more is there to say?

 

We are barraged daily with the news.

More horrible stories and killing.

It’s all enough to give you the blues.

We could stop it, if we are willing.

 

But, the answer makes people upset.

They don’t want to hear about it.

Oh, how quickly they seem to forget.

Our country was founded by wit.

 

Our forefathers were very wise.

They saw the light and lived by it.

They saw the world open before their eyes.

The constitution was just a bit.

 

A small part of the wisdom they had.

They could see what would be coming.

It lasted over 200 years & I am glad.

But, today, people are running.

 

They don’t know what from.

They are scared and forgotten the way.

I think it is time for the ‘kingdom come.’

But, people won’t listen to what I say.

 

The end is coming. Nothing will stop it.

A time like there never was before.

More trouble than the daily news bit.

Unimaginable, striking right at our core.

 

The way out is so simple. It’s on our money.

‘Trust in God.’ It is the only way.

Those forefathers were not being funny.

They had the wisdom. They had the say.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

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Loss Of A Friend

      Loss Of A Friend

The Sounds Of Silence have come and gone.

Now, they’re singing a new kind of song.

A song with a message that’s gonna hurt.

They think it’s freedom but, it is just dirt.

 

Share your wealth with those who do not.

When the most they’ve done is blow snot.

They whine and cry and say it’s not fair.

The only thing they want is for you to share.

 

What has happened to the ‘American Dream?’

Capitalism is not what they say it seems.

They have corrupted all it stands for.

I fear our old way of life is out the door.

 

We need a savior. One with the courage

to make the changes needed in a hurry.

While there still is some ray of hope

to be seen through all the MJ smoke.

 

Our political system is as corrupt as the mob.

No one is motivated to go out and get a job.

Is there any chance to turn it around in time?

Soon speaking your own mind will be a crime.

 

I guess you just have to call it a sign of the end.

Time to say goodbye to your long lost friend.

I am talking about liberty and pursuit of happiness.

All will be gone. Only thing left will be the big ’S’.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)