Murphy is back in town/Tour work schedule

Murphy's back in Key West, all the way from Texas! Here is some video I shot when I first saw him again at Bayview Park.

http://youtu.be/02Gs_JvsXwE

I am waving the Liberty Tax sign in Key West and Marathon. The current "tour" schedule is as follows: (Subject to change, due to weather or a sudden change of my bosses mind and/or direction)

Wed - Jan 22nd - Key West - 1pm - 6pm (Corner of Kennedy & Roosevelt)

Thurs - Jan 23rd - Marathon -  2 p.m.ish - 6pm SHARP! (In front of the main post office across the street from Wendy's and yes you can buy me a Double with Cheese, NO TOMATO!)

Fri - PAYDAY, YAY - Jan 24th - Key West - Same Bat Time, Same Shit, Different Day corner)

Sat - Jan 25th - Marathon - 10 AM! - 2:30ish (Note, I eat pizza from Papa John's, next to the post office on Saturdays, with Pepperoni and Mushrooms.)

Sun - Day OFF (Beach day, if it isn't cold and/or raining)

I will leave you with my latest, piece of crap, poem,that I wrote when I was slightly inebriated on some type of alcohol and bored out of mine.

You only live once 

You might as well

Be first !!

Straight out of the box

Above all else

The finish line

Will always be there

Never too soon

Live up

To the lyrics

Stand up

And shout

Make your opinion

Count

A dollar bill

Will not change

My will

My mind

I own

Free and clear

We blessed

We live above

The rest

Before we rest in peace

Without a prediction

Crystal ball

Without direction

I wish I knew

The day I face death

But I love surprises

Like a Christmas Day 

Never know

What Santa Claus

Gives or

Brings

Frost bit feets fixed

Murphy is back to stay

All the way from Texas

He says

He's got something to say

As I leave him

Speechless

Naughty or nice

Ok in the mirror 

To see

Where you have been before

Surprised

Your Karma

Comes back to you

I told you the truth

But you didn't 

Want to listen

What else can I do

Silly rabbit

Tricks are for kids

Vagina is

For Men's 

Keep me warm

On a cold night

Murphy's back

Back for the attack

Yeah

You better watch out

The show is about

Ready to start

Wait for the

Finish line

To see

Where you end up

I told you the truth

From the get go

You must face

The facts

I told you so

Not my fault

It's all your own

Answer the question

Without answers

Lost in the woods

Leave me alone

Like you never 

Seen me

Before

Who am I

Who do U think

U are

Let me guess

Better than me

Chew

A better

Piece of bubble gum

Stuck to the bottom

Of my shoe

Solve the crime 

I can only hope

I see you crying

At the funeral

The end comes soon

The last minute

You thought you had

Another breath to intake 

The Police or Sting

Can't save you now 

You should of

Thought about that

Before

You ran your

Diaherra mouth

Runnin down a leg

Kick you in the ass

Never

To comeback again

Don't blame me

Point a finger

At the one

Who looks

Into the mirror

The reflection

Call the kettle black

I know you do

Nothing wrong

Blame me

For your faults

As I fall off

The cliff

Without you

Catching me

I thought

We were best friends

I heard

Nothing could stand

In our way

Talk is cheap

I thought the words

Meant something

But I found out

Something else

I was lost before

I didn't have anything 

Before I met you

Just another day

I don't miss

Something I

Never had

Boo Hoo

My bank account

Is closed

Drain my soul

For every drop

You can get

Not enough

To get back home

I haven't seen it

Since

I was 13 or 15 years old

You didn't think about me

When I was crying alone

I thought I had a friend

I thought, thought wrong

Wishful thinking

Macho man

Sing alone

Where were you

When I needed you?

Most

I didn't think

I did anything wrong

Burn me at the stakes

Crucify me like

Jesus Christ

Save your soul

From your mistakes

That you

Have already made

Talk to me

When we get to Heaven

It might not be tomorrow

But the clock is ticking

Forward

I wish I could

Predict the future

All I can do is

Live and breathe

Every second

I am awake today

Thank God

Every breath I take

Without Him

I would be gasping

For air

A gift

I get everyday

I thank Him

For his generosity

Just another day

To live again

To show my glory

Kneel down and pray

And thank The Lord! 

Another present

Under the tree

In January

I question myself

How lucky I am?

Without Him

I am nothing else

He means everything to me

Nobody stands above

He is the only one

That makes my life complete

Without Him

I am nothing else

I thank Him

For everyday

I am alive

On Earth

Without Him

I am nothing else

He's the beginning

And the end

Of every story

I ever wrote

Praise The Lord 

He gives me the words

To speak

I thank Him

Every night I

Go to sleep

I can stand

Without a penny

In my pocket

But with Him

Baby

I'm a rich man

Beyond belief

Wake up

From

A materialistic dream

I have everything

Whatever I wish for

I already have

Just have to

Dig a little deeper

Listen to your heart

All the answers

Are within

Your sleep

Dig deep

Reach for your soul 

He is here

For me and you

Catch a teardrop

Everything is gonna be alright

Just like Marley said

No woman, No cry 

His soul

Still rings true

After all the years

I see the sight

He envisioned

Start a revolution

Unknown solider

Fight the war

Never won

Rebel

We will not Stop!

Until we right the wrongs

Never give up

Until death becomes

We are stronger

Than

They are

Follow the footsteps

Of our forefathers 

See the light

To show which way

To go in the dark

Never make

The same mistake twice

Learn from what

Has been done before

WOW!! You get an A+ for reading this thing until the end. Have a happy, safe and fun weekend!! OXOX

Solving the homeless problem, one bum at a time. Full of Sh..elter

I woke up on the beach this morning. (and I am currently writing this thing you are reading at the beach on the iPad I bought, isn't technology great?!) .. I slept there last night because once again, K.O.T.S. was filled to capacity by 7:30 p.m. and didn't have a "bed" available. To add insult to injury, I found someone sleeping in my "secret sleeping spot!" Now this shit is getting ridiculous! I guess my spot ain't so secret after all. Although, one other person does know about it because he's the one who actually told me about it. I couldn't tell if it was him or not because they were covered in a blanket and I didn't really want to confront the subject, so I moved on. (Late breaking news..I talked to the person who I thought and hoped it was and it was him, thank God, we're still good!!)....I proceeded to the park and called K.O.T.S. at 8:30 p.m. to confirm that they were indeed full and George the monitor, confirmed my assumption. It's been rainy and cold in Key West since the day I came back from Marathon. So I needed to find a place to sleep with a "roof" over my head and came up with the beach because they have little huts with just that, a roof to keep me dry. From what the monitors at K.O.T.S. have told me in the past, if the shelter is filled to capacity, the cops won't hassle you on the street. I find that hard to believe but then what else can I do if can't get into the shelter. I have to find someplace on the street because I don't have anywhere else to go. I guess that's why they call me mellow yellow, uh, no dumb asses, that's why they call me, HOMELESS !! So I move on to da beach. For the record, financially, I am broke. I have one cigarette left, NO beer (I haven't drank in over 3 days, good for my liver, bad for my stress) and my unemployment compensation ended BUT I do have a job that I worked my first day yesterday. But of course, I have to wait 2 weeks for a paycheck and I do have food stamps. So I'm not starving. Things could be worse. I can go without drinking, at least for a few days, I don't really have a problem with that, but me without cigarettes is not a good idea and a pain in my ass, I might add. (I know, I know, I can hear you and my brother screaming through the computer screen, "Then why don't you just quit!" And then I say, "Easier said than done!" O.K. Enough lecture, let's get to the point at hand, what was that point again? Oh yeah, I am about to solve the homeless problem and then next week we're gonna tackle world hunger. That's what I'm here for folks! What, you thought I was here to just take up air and space, I'm NOT an astronaut! ...But my Facebook friend, Boyd is a physicist and a homeless one at that, how bout that? And I can't forget my brother who is not only a cancer doctor but a Professor of Oncology who I love so much and am very proud of!! He is not homeless though, he has a house in Cailfornia. And I am a...a.,.what am I? Oh forget about me, let's move on, shall we?

So Key West is bitchin' about the homeless, I would assume that it's people who have a roof over their head and who pay taxes. I call them home mores or "homos" for short. As oppose to me being homeless. Get it?, got it? Good! There will be a test next Friday, make sure you study! Anyway, they are trying to build a new 24 hour shelter for the homeless in Key West because the city is under fire and a lawsuit for building the current K.O.T.S. in a rush without proper permits. They are being sued by the Sunset Marina condo association because they don't want to live that close to a homeless shelter or homeless people. Never mind the fact that the Sunset condo homos bought their beautiful condo right next to a former dump called Mount Trashmore. Who can blame the hormonal homeowners? Who in their right mind would want to live next to a bunch of lazy, drunk bums? Hence, the first and major problem Key West is facing. Where can you put a shelter where everybody will be happy and not "annoyed" by local vagrants roaming the streets pissing, defecating and throwing beer cans in the street? Answer: Nowhere. The only answer, which is not practical, is on a deserted island away from the tax paying homos. Anywhere else, you can bet some well off innocent citizen will pitch a bitch. As I understand it though, I am not an attorney but I play one on T.V., Federal law has a mandate that a city or county must provide shelter to the homeless within 50 miles of a city limit or something like that. I could be wrong but that's what I have heard. Also on the flip side, if you DON'T build a shelter, guess where the homeless are going to be? The WRONG answer would be that they will just go away. NOT!! In your wildest, wishful thinking dreams. No, the correct answer is they will be everywhere, maybe even on the front porch of the homos or the backyard, in front of stores, nobody really knows. But at least with some kind of shelter, you have some kind of control of the madness. And no, throwing them in jail just cost the hard working tax paying dollars of the up standing citizens. Your hard working tax dollars pays for the homeless medical expenses not to mention food, air conditioned dorms in the jail, labor for county employee workers to babysit these no good for nothing hoodlums. The Sheriff, Rick Ramsay, (a Marathon High alumni, I might add) has already complained about the very thing I just explained. So what do you do? Ooh, ooh, ooh, I know, just SHOOT THE NO GOOD FOR NOTHIN' MOTHERFUCKERS!!! You homos think you got it bad because you have to, god forbid, look at them on the street or you might get panhandled by some of them but I have to deal with them face to face on a daily basis, if not at the library, at K.O.T.S., or the soup kitchen. I personally can't stand MOST of them there homeless. They are not all bad, but most of them ain't worth a shit. No job, some get a crazy and/or a crippled check,(I know the word "crippled" is pollitically incorrect but then again so is my life, so F*%^ off!) They sit on their ass getting drunk while I go to work sober and penniless or writing this blog so the world can see my world, which of course I don't mind doing that's why I do this, I love writing on a wall to express my thoughts. It's seems to be a form of therapy and of course, I like to put my 2 cents in, especially when I see ignorance. That's why I sound a little bitter sometimes, not because I too am homeless, but I read about homos bitchin' and moanin' about the homeless, when they can go to their house, lock the door, have a beer,(without being arrested), turn on the T.V. and tune the world out. Why are normal, hard working, tax paying people worried about the homeless? (btw, homeless people pay taxes too. Maybe not property taxes but for beer, cigarettes and yes even hotel taxes when some get their check, they get a hotel for a weekend) Some of these mofo homeless motherfuckers get a BIG check! That's why they're lazy and shows just how crazy they are! Speaking of which, Key West needs to build a fuckin' insane asylum for some, seriously!! They're Jamaican me crazy!!! 

How bout this question? If you were homeless, would you want to be homeless in a snowy and cold climate or would you like to be homeless in "paradise"? I know, it's a tough question. But some people wonder why the homeless population is growing in Key West, at least, in the winter time season. Why do homos buy houses down here? A duh! I've seen snow twice in my life and it was 2 too many times. It looks and feels a lot better on T.V. .....This concludes today's poeticdrummer blog broadcast. I have to go to work as the Statue of Liberty now and save the world....Remember to look both ways for bums before you cross the road. I heard they sleep in the streets.......he he ha ha ta ta!!

Here's my latest, and of course, greatest input to society as well as my thoughts. You're as good as your last record, so I guess, I'm good....Hold on, wait a minute,.....Is there a time limit?

Alone

Deep in the woods

Think about where my life has gone

Over a beer and a few friends

Wonder where

My life just went

I have a job 

That I haven't started yet

The anticipation awaits then the world will know

My good fortune and fame

Good luck to you

Is all I have to say

Thank you

For another blessed  day

Step in your own shit

Arrest your ass

For breaking the law

Blame everybody

For your fault

As you pretend

It's not your own

As you sit in jail

You still feel

Innocent

Act like

You did nothing wrong

Dig yourself deeper 

Into a hole

Don't blame me

If you get too deep

Questions

Are all you have 

Answers are all you seek

Find the

Power of the pen

You wish you had said

Found behind

The last back page

Lost without the friends

You thought

You once had

As you observe and deserve the flames

Of the burning bridge

Sorry for the good karma you lost

I can't believe

You didn't think

You had to pay the cost 

It's a bitch

Just like

My future ex wife

The basic fundaments

And elements

Never change

In life

I tried to show you the way

But then again

You wouldn't listen

A story book

Filled with fiction

Now you face 

A felony conviction

End of story

I wish I could say

That I am sorry

And hope

You have

A better ending

But it's too late

The pages

Have already 

Been written

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On that note,

I will be returning to work (Imagine that, what is that?) on Tuesday, playing my part, as the Statue of Liberty. I spoke to my boss, John, (great guy, BTW) yesterday and found out that he opened another Liberty Tax office in Marathon. I found a new, former drag queen, gay friend, who loves to dance, Bob, in Marathon, that needs a job and hooked him up with employment as a Statue of Liberty representative. So remember, I'm the straight as an arrow one, he's the gay one, not that it matters, but I must set the record straight, to keep the record straight! I don't know if I intended a pun or knot. (Hang me by a noose) ..Anyway, I know, I will be "waving a sign", doing double duty, between Key West and my hometown of Marathon. It seems like, it will feels like, I am on a 50 mile here or there in between tour! Pretty cool!

Rock on...see you on a street corner near you. That's if, you come close to the corner of Kennedy and Roosevelt in Key West or somewhere by the post office in Marathon. As you should already know, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! God bless and peace out................;) It's time to ROCK N' ROLL....OOOH OOH OOH OHH....Reminds me of a Led Zeppelin song! If you can guess the correct, right answer, I'll give you a hundred bucks!!....My lawyers have informed me that I should put a disclaimer in so I don't actually have to pay you lousy mother fu!ckers a Benjamin bill.  He he, ho hoe and a bottle of rum to goooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Back in Key West, waiting for the rain to stop so I can go back to work again..meanwhile

I just peddled from Big Pine Key to Key West on the bike I bought in Marathon. I was planning, dreadfully, on spending the night at K.O.T.S. I usually wait until 7:30 to go in, to let the line go down from the start time of 6:30. If Led Zeppelin or the Eagles were playing a show, I might wait with aggravation in line. But I'll be damn to wait in line with a bunch of other drunk ass idiots to enter a homeless shelter. So I sat in front of the Hyatt hotel, in a grassy field, listening to my music and writing words in my notebook. Then all of a sudden, the sprinkler system comes on, spraying water on me directly into my face and onto my notebook. I was pissed, to say the least. I get up and take off towards K.O.T.S, reluctantly. I get to the entrance around 7:40 to find the gate shut with a sign that reads, "Closed". With a sigh of relief, I thank God and peddle my bike to my go to "secret spot" that the police have never been to, at least, not when I ever slept there. I really didn't want to deal with the drama bullshit anyway. After a few beers, I go to sleep without alarm or a worry of cops. I woke up about 4 hours later at 3:00 o'clock in the morning before sunrise, of course. I needed a cigarette and I still had a couple of beers left. So I sparked a cigarette, cracked a beer and turned on my iPad and put on the "History of the Eagles" that I downloaded (yes, I paid for it!) from iTunes in Marathon. I watched both parts, 1 & 2, (no, I didn't take a piss or give a shit, actually I DID take a piss, TMI, I know, haha)....Anyway, I love the documentary and it's great inspiration, so much so, I decided to write a song.

The first song/poem I wrote sitting in front of the Hyatt just before I and the sprinklers went off. The second is after I watched the Eagles. I'm sure you will see the references. If not, you need to go back to reading song lyrics and poem school and get a life while you're at it, you friggin' idiots!!...;) Here we go.....drum roll, please....thank you

1/3/2014

Surrounded by idiots

I can't escape

And you wonder why

I go crazy

I try to hold onto my brain

They try to take away

Over my insane body

Dead in the grave

They must not be thinking

I told them the answers

But they failed the test

With more stupid questions

I am at a loss

For words 

I'm convinced

You can't teach

An old idiot

New tricks

I'm a dumb ass too

I should know

Look down on me

Like you wish you could be

Like you know something

I don't

Your ideas don't work for me

Not my fault

They told you wrong

Blame yourself

You have nowhere else to go

Take a look in the mirror

That you already broke

Sure

I have bad luck too

You're nothing special

I'm in the same boat

Just a little different

With my own thoughts

With words I put on paper

Transpose

I still have dreams you lost

A long time ago

You rather steal something

That doesn't  belong to you

Hard to handle the truth

When it constantly reminds you

You have to copy somebody else

You try to redeem yourself

You try

To put water on my fire

But the truth comes out

You can't even hold

A flame to a candle

I would love to say 

I feel sorry for you

But I don't

Such a shame

I won't even put pity on you

You just get in my way

1/4/2014. 6:04 in the morning after the Eagles reunion and recovery show.

Sleep on the porch

Escape the rain

Before the to kill ya sunrise

See the eagles soar

To greater heights

Wake up to see

The morning light

Back on the road

Without a wink

Wonder how music

Has got me this far

Fate 

Right or wrong

Shows me

Which way to go

My life

My love

My religious experience 

My pure existence 

God will take me

When my work is done

But I am not quite finished

I still have

A long way to go

Seems like such

A short distance

On a beautiful

Dark and lonely road

Searching to find

My lost soul

This picture was taken on the "hump" of the 7 mile bridge while I peddled across on my way to Key 

West.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND/OR CAN'T HANDLE BAD WORDS AND EXPLICIT THOUGHTS.

A new poem I wrote on 12/30/3013 PARENTAL ADVISORY : THIS POEM CONTAINS EXPLICIT WORDS AND THOUGHTS. NOT FOR THE YOUNG AT HEART.

Look down on me

Like a fallen star

Who the fuck

Do you think you are

I smell the stench 

Your ship

Is about to sink

From all the bullshit

You keep

Trying to feed me

I'm full

Give me what I need

Give me all the lies

Make me feel better

To look at

Your miserable life

Send me another

Love letter

So we can move on

You broke my heart in two

Now we are both alone 

Point the finger

At who's to blame

Sorry honey 

I just don't feel

The same way

Start another argument 

To augment our relationship

Compromise 

Your position

I promise to cum

On your back

If you show

Your beaver clam

Don't bite

My feelings hurt easily

You already devastated my life

Til death do us part

My life ended

When I asked you

To be my wife

Now I can see the rain

On a cloudy day

Blinded by your light

That flickers in the middle of the night

When I close my eyes

I wish I could wake up surprised

Instead

Toss and turn

While the nightmare returns

Scared out of my mind

Just when I thought

I was bad off

I see somebody else better off

Appreciate every gift I get everyday 

When I see the mess

I feel the need

To take the garbage out

Feed the cat

Walk the dog

Do the dishes

Clean the fishes

Jump up and down

Until you say stop

Simon says

Ain't gots shit on you

I guess I'm a sucker for punishment

I ask myself

How I got into this predicament

File for insanity

Before the bitch

Files for divorce

And we end up in court

Close the bank account

Before she takes all my money

Then wait for my life to go down the drain 

Broker than the joker 

Hopped up on happy pills

Rob a bank

To make up for

All the money

The bitch done spent

Make up for

Tomorrow

Wake up today

Forget about the problems of yesterday 

For Christ's' sake

There's got to be a better way

I wish I had all the answers

All I have left

Is my life in question

Spin my wheels

To get back 

On track 

Stay In between 

The lines

I wish I could read

Blinded by the bright light

Could this be the end

From the day

I was born

Sacrifice

Dear Lord

I've done my time

Let me go

It's time

To move on

Give me a push or a shove

Give me a sign

Take me away

To a far away place

Where I can escape the pain

From here to eternity

Let me rest in peace

Sleep next to my family

I promise to be good 

Anything else

You're pushing your luck

I know you wouldn't ask for too much

Thank you Lord

Cause I don't have

Much luck

I lose the lottery

Every time I play

I never had a chance in Hell

Anyway 

Wishful thinking

Hopefully dreaming

Just a chance to get out alive

From the mundane world

I look and find

Went to a psychic 

To get

The winning numbers

I lost every time 

Like playing Russian roulette

With a paradise

By my side

How can I believe

Now I want to be

A meteorologist 

I think I can predict

A 20 percent

Chance of rain

I just need to find out

The difference between

What

Mostly sunny and

Partly cloudy means

Then all I need

Is a T.V. screen

Smile with a gleam

In the eye

Of the storm

I can see coming

A million miles away

Run for shelter

Before my house floats away

Safe from you fools

Floating on the farm

Laugh like a pig in shit

Above water

Sitting on a stack

Of beef ribs

That's all I got

Now I have to run to the bank

See you later, goodbye

You ain't seen the best of me yet!!!!!

I can't wait, ....Bye-Bye ;) Have a great 2014!

Love you, Have fun OXOX Rock On!