A rich man showed up at the pearly gate; The rest for both the righteous and the weary. He thought if there was question of his fate That he’d get in by quoting market theory.
“I heard the poor and hungry when they moaned And I knew that their help was in my vault, But laziness and sloth can’t be condoned! If they were hungry, that was their own fault!”
“But don’t say I gave nothing, I gave some!” A vagrant asked once. That man had no pride! So once I gave a quarter to that bum!” Saint Peter shrugged his shoulders and replied:
“Well that’s a lovely story that you tell. Here’s your two bits back.. You can go to Hell.”
Davis Gloff is a singer, actor, pianist, poet, composer and any number of other things. He has appeared in several films, including VERY small parts in "Gran Torino" with Clint Eastwood and "This must be the Place" with Sean Penn. Davis started his career as an opera and concert singer (which he still does,) and then moved into commercials as well as classical music Radio. He has written poetry, always to a form. He has written over 250 sonnets, and a number of triolets, because it's fun.Davis still sings Classical Music as a soloist often, very often with orchestra, because he's asked to, and because it's fun.Davis also often appears as an entertainer singing songs by many composers as well as his own material, which is almost all funny, and almost always politically progressive.Years ago, Davis was introduced at a performance using this phrase: "He's famous, and not many people know that." He now uses that as his motto.... because it's true, because he never takes himself too seriously and because it's fun.
When you think about losing someone You know it will hurt You expect to hurt Like you’ve never hurt before But even though you prepare yourself Once you lose someone you love The shock will knock you off your feet
Cupid wrote a poem Hefty in the shape of hearts The mischievous wind grew jealous Plotting to scatter his heartfelt leaflets Not remembering their order He sorted them best he could The wind laughed at his misfortune Proud of its
You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home
first I woke the birds clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt it was the antidepressants an undiagnosed chemical stroke my mood uplifted my right foot dragging on occasion tripping over carpet or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering waking hidden birds
Darlin’ why do you still want him After all he’s put you through… Well I say to had it with him, you Don’t need his kind no, you need Someone who is true blue to you! So don’t cry one
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