Dagwood Daly

Careful Daly! Your "Balls" are showing! I Had no Idea that "Blue Balls" ran in the female line of antiquities. You, my lady, are a saint...A true, 100% saint. Although, I'm not quite sure why I hadn't seen it before, it's all too clear to me, now. You have raised your child all on your own without a stitch of help from anyone, not even your own family. You've slaved and suffered without so much as a thought of revenge. I've never met anyone like you. Women around the World should praise and worship your barbaric strength and tinacity. The childs father has shown nothing, but hatred for you both and should be put down and ravaged by a fallen angel. I surrender to the immortal idol of blissful dilligence you so want to convey. Your sainthood is unmistakeable, undeniable and unconquerable. You should be so proud. If only...you had a heart.

Fourth of July

The Secrets Have Me
Gasping For Air
As Strange, Familiar Noises
Come From My Face
My Black Cotton T-shirt
Is Drenched With Empty Tears...
I'm Well Aware of the Chase

How Can I Measure Up
To The Author He Dreams of?
I'm a Lost Soul
Shuffled Within Society
Dysfunctional, Frenzied and Empty

I Have Nothing to Offer!
I'm a Dreamer...
A Fantasy Carrier
I Don't Do Normal!

What Would I Eat?
How Would I Sleep?
Where Would I Go
To Scream?

Anxiety is Building.
The Pressure is On.
Fourth of July...
Here I Come!