Words From The Attic... People --- Dumb Ain't They

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This poem --- dumb ain't it.


I'm dizzy from rhyme.
I think I may have been talking
about the madness and crowds
down at the Jersey shore.
Or maybe some other beach haven.


Not a big fan of this one.

People --- Dumb Ain't They

The days are long

And the days are hot

As they all hangout

And smoke their pot

The sun boiled our bones

And burnt our skin

While we lounged around

And drank our gin

They come from all over

And look for the most

Far and near

And coast to coast

The sensations of the sand

Is like a fine rock 'n roll band

They both give you pleasure

To the highest of measure

The water is bold

But never too cold

The birds warm in a flock

Resembles an epic by Hitchcock

The people indulge by feeding

They soothe the pain

And stop the bleeding

The people have all different reasons

For coming

Some for work

And some for bumming (that's me)

Some come to forget the world

And it's people

They come to erect

A different steeple

They cry out

To legions of the brave

To protect their souls

From disco and new wave

And guide them to safer ports

They leave their wives

To protect their lives

And forget the boss

From work

Because he's a jerk

They lay on the sand

And read the book

While in the background

The huge condo's overlook

They are luxurious

In every way

The beds are large

And soft as hay

Just too many people

They stand outside

And can't get in

We look on the event

And say what a sin

On their knees

As to beg

I can't see why

The damn thing cost's an arm and a leg

And that's no lie

They should have thought

And used their smarts

And asked the keeper

That's why I'm staying

With a bunch of old farts

It's a hell of a lot cheaper

They go to the store

And spend their cash

Then later that night

They check out a bash

Someone once said

The rich get rich

And the poor get poor

I think it's true

Because I've been keeping score

The rich are winning

And the poor are losing

One is flying

And the other is boozing

But the beach is for all

So pack your bags

And have a ball

And tie back the hands of time

And turn your life

Into a rhyme

And let the demon loose

You say hello

You make your move

You get excited

And start to juice

So if you stay at home

You'll be all alone

So come with us

Into the danger zone