Pink Floyd’s “Mother” (Donald Trump version)

One of my first parody’s added to Fiction Weekly. It is inspired by the one and only Donald J. Trump running for president.  As I edit this post a few month after first publishing it, I realize there is only 34 days until the election.  What will happen?  Will all of our nightmares come true?

We shall see.

To the tune of Pink Floyd’s: “Mother”

Mother do you think Trump’ll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think Trump’ll like this song?
Mother do you think they’ll try to break Trump’s balls?
Mother should Trump build the wall?
Mother should Trump run for president?
Mother should Trump trust the government?
Mother will he put me in the firing line?
Mother our we really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Trump’s gonna put all his fears into you.
Trump’s gonna keep you right here under his wing.
He wont let you fly, but he might let you leave.
Trump will keep the USA cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course Trump’ll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think he’s good enough — for the GOP?
Mother do you think he’s dangerous — to the GOP?
Mother will he tear our little world apart?
Mother will he break our hearts?

Hush now baby, baby don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Trump wont let anyone dirty get through.
Trump’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Trump will always find out where you’ve been.
Trump’s gonna keep the USA healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You’ll always be the GOP to me.

Trump, does it need to be so high?

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Sorry, it couldn’t be helped. I have a problem and I blame it on Weird Al.

@therealdonaldtrump

#donaldtrump

The Fall by Thadd Presley

The Fall

 

by Thadd Presley

He glanced over the edge, not knowing that below
his emptiness was the truth. He’d always been alone.
He looked across the desert trying to imagine his fall.
The beautiful, blue horizon reminded him that love wasn’t all.
Many times over the last year, when love came near
he embraced the future, saying he could face all of his fears
about coming out and letting his family know
tell them who he wanted to love, so he could let his love be shown.
He’s already heard the hurtful words. They all cut deep, to the bone.
How could tear his family apart and destroy his childhood home?
Feelings of loss, betrayal, remorse, and disgust
were made worse by the thoughts of abandonment and distrust.

How? – he asked himself. How could you do this to them?
They love you!! God, you’re nothing but filthy fucking trash.
This selfishness will ruin everything you touch,
and turn your families life into dust and ash.

They all see through you! It’s obvious what you are.
Why would they be surprised to hear it repeated in your voice?
They’ve said it themselves.  “He’s always been a blip on my Gaydar.”
“God didn’t make him a fag, being that way is his own choice.”

His uncle told his dad on his eleventh Christmas. “He’s a damn fancy boy.”
An Ass-tronant, a Butt-Pirate, a Bum-hole Engineer,
A Fudge packer, a stinking cockstar, I bet you’re really embarrassed by him.
A Fairy, a flamer, for a son. You know his momma turned him queer.

He’s a limp wristed, Jobby Jabber, a butt rustling-shit stabber
A girly boy, Nancy Man, fancy-pants, Cock-struction worker
A Browine King, Anus Assassin,and faggot ass dick grabber
Even his Dad called him a shit smelling Goober Jerker.

His mother found out on her own.
There  was nothing to hide. He couldn’t have lied if I tried.
His mother had knew since day one.
But when he admitted it,  she actually looked surprised.

We are through with you, she said, but you know I love you.
I want you to be happy, son, but going against God and nature is not the way
You’re dad doesn’t want you here anymore!
He’s tried for so long, but his heart, you know We can’t make that mistake!

And now you want to turn me away?
You’d really turn me out?
You’ve known this longer than anyone.
I thought I could count on you to help them love me.
But it’s too late. Everything has wilted and gone dreadfully wrong.
I never wanted this sadness to come bacl, but the end has come and gone past.
Love has no end, but how long can hate last?

He glanced over the edge, not knowing that below
his emptiness was the truth. He’d always been alone.
He looked across the desert trying to imagine his fall.
The beautiful, blue horizon reminded him that love wasn’t all.

 

The Guide

The Guide

by Thadd Presley

Perhaps; and I say this in case,
You’ve never been to, seen, or heard of the place
And, if not, just perhaps, you’d still like to go
You can get there still, by following someone who knows.

And who knows the way, and how to get there, please tell?
It’s not the one who only heard of The WAY and says all will be well.
Is there a single path? The only answer is no.
Is there a pleasant route? There’s only one way to know.

You must follow your heart, through the thoughtless crowd
And cover your ears to the loud distractions that abound.
There’ll be people pushing and friends holding you down.
They’ll see in your eyes, if you’ve got a route planned out.

And once they see that you know the way,
They’ll ask you for directions to that wonderful place.
Perhaps, just perhaps, you’ll take the extra time
To not just tell them the distance, but become their to guide.

Helping Others

The Art and Magic of Helping Others

by Thadd Presley

Why do we do things for others? Why bother? Our hearts tell us to puts others first, but it often doesn’t make sense to us on the surface. I’d like to know the answer to many of these questions, but one of them comes ahead of all the rest: why do we desire to put ourselves last? It just seems backward to let others go first. Why do we say “yes” when we want to say “no?” Doesn’t it make more sense to help ourselves and allow others to benefit from the wealth, health, and knowlegde we aquire afterwards? It might seem that way but that’s not the way the universe words.

The universe? What does that have to do with anything?
The universe is everything out there and we are stuck down here.

What if I told you that we can have anything we want, but we have to ask for it?
Seem like magic? I know, it does.
And that is exactly what it looks like when it happens.
The easiest way for me to explain it is like this: the more help you give someone else, the more power and influence you will have over the infinite resources of the universe.
I know that sounds like a fairy-tale and many people have not witnessed this amazing miracle in their lives, but it is true and it happens all of the time to ordinary people just like me.
I am living proof that this concept pays off quickly and unfailingly. I am a walking-talking billboard of generosity that comes from the magical, fantastical universe.

There are times I talk with my friends about “asking the universe” for what you want. It never fails to intrigue them and I can see the doubt in their eyes. But they listen because they want it to be true so bad.
It often amazes when what I’m telling them begins to happen. Not eventually, but usually very quickly. If the magic does not happen immediately, it’s within that day or at most the next. It’s just a fact of the universe, I tell them, and together we are absolutely amazed. No matter how or when it happens, whoever I’m sharing my “magic” with is there to witness it and they become endowed with the gift as well.

They always had the power to ask the universe, but they didn’t believe it would ever work for them. They lacked faith. All the stories through out history of miracles, magicians, and even Jesus wasn’t enough to give them the faith to try it. But, seeing it happen one time pushed them over the threshold into a new world. In to a world where they are creators as well as the created.

You think none of this can be true, right?. That there’s no way the universe just give people the things they ask for. You might think that for many reasons, but one of the biggest seeds of doubt is myself (the writer of this post.) You might doubt because I’m not super wealthy or wildly successful person. In fact, you’ve probably never heard of me and until now never read a word I’ve written. If that is true, then I’m very happy you are still reading this and I have a lot of work to do.

What if I told you I’ve done everything I’ve wanted to do and I have more than enough money than I need? Would you think that’s a miracle all by itself? If not, I want to share a few of the things I did. I’m not bragging, I’m only documenting.

Things I’ve done that most people won’t get to:

toured as a bass player in a rock and roll band
opened for a world famous band
met famous rock stars from America and Europe
worked with famous people
published several books (fiction and poetry)
recorded a great album with a rock band
recorded a solo album
currently publishing a fiction blog
work for myself writing fiction and other things
traveled the United States and a bit of Canada,
met a woman at 23 who still loves me and I love her,
live in a great place with a great view from the porch
found an endless supply of freedom and love

I could go on but I don’t want this to be about what I have, but instead about doing for others.

I have a huge problem saying NO. I just can’t do it. More often than not, I put other people before myself and my own needs.Yeah, you can probably understand how I came to write this and that putting myself last begins to get old. All of this is largely my fault.

I don’t have to say YES, YES, YES to everyone and constantly create scenarios where I feel used. Instead, very recently, I have realized that I have to say YES to myself sometimes. This will allow me to be in a better place when it comes time to help others.

You see what happened there?

I am putting myself first, but it’s for others. It’s not a selfish desire to want to help myself. It’s not selfish to want things. By putting myself ahead of another person, especially when it’s done in the interest of helping them, will demonstrate (to myself and them) that I am useful and important.

Helping others demonstrates my strength and knowledge of the world around me and it shows my respect for the universe that gives me the strength and resources in the first place. If I give my time and talent the respect it deserves, then people around me will begin to see that my help is a gift. It is not only given freely, but it is efficient and powerful.

More than anything, by helping others, I will see myself as a needed part in, not only my own life, but in the existence of others. If I allow myself to be run down and used to the point of being useless, then I’ll lose confidence in my own ability and begin to doubt myself. At that point, I won’t be able to help anyone or myself.