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The Initial Shock
© November 26, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

If you see the blast of the 5000 megaton bomb You’ll see the last of the once a shinning sun The thermal radiation will last for about a day The remaining population will appear to be the slain The toxic gases will last for about a year You’ll live in fumes with darkness setting near [...]

All without a Reason
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

A winter without the snow A summer without the heat A spring without the cold An autumn with leaves on trees All without a reason A cycle for the year Are they errors of the seasons? Or is the end drawing near. A story without a moral A poem without a rhyme A critic with [...]

Shock Wave
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Institutionalized for nothing that I did They make me agree to lies Then put electrodes in my head 50,000 volts pumping through my blood veins They say it won’t hurt But yet I feel the pain Shock Wave – burning at my brain Shock Wave – making me insane They finally go a victim The [...]

The Golden Parachute
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Opium, Morphine, Marijuana All three sing a happy tune But if asked, say “I don’t want none.” For nobody’s immune. PCP, Coke, and Heroine All give peace of mind Your brain waves will resend And you’ll lose all sense of time This is the lesson of the day You may take it as you may.

Revelations
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I sit and stare at the wall I’m trying to understand it all There are many versions of the story Some are happy; some are gory I’ve heard it told over and over again Any yet, I have a tendency to sin In the Bible I have found A book so profound It relates to [...]

Misery
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Misery is the sadness of knowing Knowing a truth of your best friend He with my girlfriend, I have seen This situation, I can’t mend. But life goes on And the truth remains I played the pawn Now I wallow in pain Misery drips from my eyes My heart still beats But I’ve died.

My Time
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I cried, I lived I laughed, and then I died.

Russian roulette
© June 1, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Go out, blow your minds, you can borrow my gun Take a shot, don’t you worry, this game is just for fun You can live, if you want to; just wait until your turn If you miss, the sparks from the gun will make you burn Russian roulette, Russian roulette Play to win, play for [...]

My Plea to the Lord
© May 5, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Lord, I pray to thee my soul to keep Here I lay on my hands and knees I pray to you, God’s only son Jesus Reins my kingdom come When I die, I know where I go It’s through God’s prayers, he tells me so I’d like to share my happiness Right now my friend’s [...]

Pirouette (Whirling on the toes)
© February 23, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

He was sitting around, Tending to his business. Having nothing better to do – He just got bored, He played around, He played pirouette. The people they just laughed and stared and they all called him names. And for what I ask you By they’re acting so lame. He’s just playing pirouette Pirouette, pirouette He’s [...]