ShadowsCool
07-27-2011, 03:38 PM
I wrote this when Sheen was in the news a few months back.
~Charlie Sheen~
Call-girl appointment at ten...
Cocaine binge at eleven...
Nanny picks up kid at twelve...
The guy's living his dream
I'm talking about Charlie Sheen.
The paparazzi made him into a clown,
They chase him all over the town.
They invite him in the studio,
A fake interview for the cable show.
I wonder if they live in a glass house,
Walk around in them like a good ole mouse.
They always pick on Charlie with big stones
Throwing em at Charlie when he's stoned.
I see no great divide between them.
Is it them? or Charlie Sheen?
Like the good mouses they are
Why don't they leave poor Charlie alone?
Because Charlie Sheen,
He's gotta get off this set
and be seen.
He's got a call-girl appointment at ten...
A cocaine binge at eleven...
Forget the nanny at twelve,
He fired her an hour ago.
A snort here, a rock there,
A whore to do his dirty deeds.
We're talking about Charlie Sheen,
The man has got to live out his dreams.
~~~
The Inner Word
In the inner chambers
Of all parts surrounded by glory
Lies intellect of the soul
Its eye watches prudence
Everlasting things that penetrate
All thought with wisdom
It's the universal tongue
All voices long to say
All ears long to hear
It by itself is all encompassing
Carrying all your needs
Flowing through all living streams
It's the jewel we desire to wear
Wrapped in dignity
Our breastplate of truth
It's a thing of honor
Yet given to all
A trophy of highest esteem
And the word is beautiful
Spoken in the valley of peace
Where all go to hear the word preached.
~~~
~Charlie Sheen~
Call-girl appointment at ten...
Cocaine binge at eleven...
Nanny picks up kid at twelve...
The guy's living his dream
I'm talking about Charlie Sheen.
The paparazzi made him into a clown,
They chase him all over the town.
They invite him in the studio,
A fake interview for the cable show.
I wonder if they live in a glass house,
Walk around in them like a good ole mouse.
They always pick on Charlie with big stones
Throwing em at Charlie when he's stoned.
I see no great divide between them.
Is it them? or Charlie Sheen?
Like the good mouses they are
Why don't they leave poor Charlie alone?
Because Charlie Sheen,
He's gotta get off this set
and be seen.
He's got a call-girl appointment at ten...
A cocaine binge at eleven...
Forget the nanny at twelve,
He fired her an hour ago.
A snort here, a rock there,
A whore to do his dirty deeds.
We're talking about Charlie Sheen,
The man has got to live out his dreams.
~~~
The Inner Word
In the inner chambers
Of all parts surrounded by glory
Lies intellect of the soul
Its eye watches prudence
Everlasting things that penetrate
All thought with wisdom
It's the universal tongue
All voices long to say
All ears long to hear
It by itself is all encompassing
Carrying all your needs
Flowing through all living streams
It's the jewel we desire to wear
Wrapped in dignity
Our breastplate of truth
It's a thing of honor
Yet given to all
A trophy of highest esteem
And the word is beautiful
Spoken in the valley of peace
Where all go to hear the word preached.
~~~