Atomic Picnic

Oh Mommy, Mommy, look at the cloud,
It's shaped like a big mushroom.
I've never heard fireworks quite so loud,
Will it be over soon?

Oh Darling, what a spot you found.
What a fantastic view.
Other families spread out all around,
All having a good time too.

Oh Mommy, Mommy, what's that smell?
Is something burning somewhere?
I think it's the sky, it's hard to tell,
Is it coming from over there?

Oh Darling, what a nice lunch you've made.
You're such a wonderful cook.
The weather's perfect, it's a beautiful day,
It's just like a storybook.

Oh Mommy, Mommy, did you feel the ground?
Was that a little earthquake?
Did the people in that little town,
Survive the rumble and shake?

Oh kids, don't worry, it's not over yet,
The fun's just begun.
This is something you'll never forget,
You and everyone.

Oh Darling, this day couldn't get any better,
But isn't it kind of ironic?
A picnic together you want to last forever,
Turns out to be atomic.


Copyright © September 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
090411

Stop The Drama

Stop the drama, Mr. Osama,
You're never gonna win.
One day God will find a way,
To payback all your sin.

The world's a better place you see,
As long as you're a refugee.
Good will win in the end,
Justice will prevail.

Stop the drama, Mr. Obama,
False promises you send.
We all pray for the day,
We all work again.

We've lost our hope and dignity,
Playing games of wait and see.
How much worse can worse be?
We shout to no avail.

Stop the drama, Mr. Osama,
We no longer care.
Your the face of Islamic disgrace,
Stir hate everywhere.

One day we will find you,
Huddled in your scorn.
That's when we'll remind you,
Of that September morn.

Stop the Drama, Mr. Obama,
Do what you foretold.
The politics make us sick,
The rhetoric's getting old.

We all want the wars to end,
Give us back our children.
Let God be the judge of them,
Do what's right and fair.

Stop the drama, Dalai Lama,
Can't we all be friends?
Find a way to take away,
The suffering of men.

Let us find peace of mind,
Help all heartbreaks mend.
We all search for better times,
Can't you tell us when?

Stop the drama, Mr. Obama,
Lead us back again.
Rise above like a dove,
In search of new dry land.

I suppose the man we chose,
Is not the one who won.
Don't give in and bow to those,
To whom you're bound to run.

Stop the drama, if you want to,
Be the best you can.
Faith's the cure to endure,
God is your best friend.

All our dreams and all our hopes
Struggles with which we all cope,
There's no better anecdote,
Then fortitude and prayer.

Seek salvation for our nation,
Prosperity and care.
Love thy neighbor without waver,
Know that God is there.



Copyright © October 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
100710

Who Do You Think You Are?

You call yourself a millionaire?
Ask us if we really care.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Someone special, a superstar?

You think the world revolves for you.
Let me tell you, that just ain't true.
Maybe one day you'll finally learn,
With humble sweat you'll earn your turn.

You may be rich but you're no king.
Money can't buy you everything.
Wealth is not a monetary state.
Dollars don't matter at the pearly gate.

Politicians, CEOs
Actors, Musicians, Athletic Pros.
Just sit back and count your dough,
Don't give back, to hell you'll go.

So much greed and opulence,
Fools that feed on indulgence.
Hippocrates bleed their arrogance.
Reap their seeds from innocence.

The world's in need of reverence,
A formal creed of selflessness.
Men should heed their lack of sense.
Humility breeds a consciousness.

One of these days it might sink in.
The life you live to God's a sin.
Edacity's become a social scar.
Just who the hell do you think you are?



Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
022810

The Silhouettes of Marionettes

Everyone please take your seats,
The show's about to begin.
No cameras or recording devices,
Let the houselights dim.

The stage is set, actors ready,
A momentary reprise.
All is quiet. eyes focused,
Let the curtains rise.

Our story begins in a place,
Familiar to most of you here.
It's a solemn, regal space,
In a typical election year.

People have gathered in a room,
To watch a puppet show.
It's a common place affair,
That all good citizens know.

The puppets soon spring to life,
Oh the smiles they bring.
The audience soon forgets their strife,
And ignores the obvious strings.

Limply bouncing, loose arms swing,
The marionettes comically play.
They throw fake hats in political rings,
Spoken talents on display.

When the show is finally over,
The audience stands and cheers.
Several members make their way over,
To congratulate their peers.

No one gathered seems to notice,
The audience too has strings.
Their puppeteers are out of focus,
Supported by devilish wings.

The moral of the puppet show,
Was never really debated.
It painted most people naive and weak,
Easily manipulated.

Those in attendance soon realize,
The show they've all just seen,
Is a dramatic, comical satire,
Of a typical political scene.

The congregation has been fooled into thinking,
That their opinions really matter.
What seems to matter most to them,
Gets lost in the chitter chatter.

It's a show within a show,
Where audiences partake.
Look behind and you may find,
What's real is really fake.

The irony of hypocrisy,
Is politicians don't really care.
They're tendency toward selfish greed,
Exceeds their social flair.

We're swayed by those we believe,
Share our moral views.
They then lie, trick and deceive,
Reshape attitudes.

Unfortunately the majority,
Of those that we elect.
Rarely meet the conformity,
Of the righteous and select.

We're all living puppets,
With strings upon our backs.
Barely visible little wires,
Strategically attached.

Bureaucratic satirical pawns,
Political conned vets.
Statistics officials rely upon,
Silhouettes of marionettes.




Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
021110

Just A Buck?

When did a dollar become just a buck?
Seems if you have less,
You're sh_t out of luck.

There was a time a nickle or dime,
Could buy you a phone call,
A song or parking time.

Even a quarter ain't worth all it's cents,
You might get a gumball,
Or a postcard sent.

Loose change today seems a convenient way,
To avoid more change,
Or cover tax paid.

No, pennies alone won't get you very far,
Seems more folks collect 'em,
In dishes and jars.

A dollar's not worth a decent tip,
The price of admission,
Or a subway trip.

Seems an embarrassing economic disgrace,
Total disrespect,
For George Washington's face.

It's so hard to tell where it's value went,
Today's dollar's just a buck,
Worth less when it's spent.



Copyright © June 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
060110

Creeping Crud

Lurking in the darkness,
Lies a faint disease.
Spreading forth in shadows,
Engulfing trepid seas.

Clinging to it's victims,
Wreaking havoc's wrath.
Soiling nature's innocent,
Destruction in it's path.

Seeping, creeping, toward vestal shores,
Leaking, reaping life for evermore.

Blanketing horizons,
Hovering where it lays.
Increasing in size then,
Covering its prey.

Mortal men can't stop it,
Cap it's virile plume.
A man-made moral topic,
Self-created doom.

Seeping, leaking, ecologic shame,
Creeping, seeking, economic blame.

It seems somewhat ironic,
A life enhancing source,
Can be a catastrophic,
Life destroying force.

Persistent calls to mankind,
Fail to plug the leak.
Brilliant minds cannot find,
The answers that they seek.

Seeping, leaking, water mixed with oil.
Creeping, breaching life sustaining soil.

It could last forever,
Destroy time tested lands,
Jeopardize man's pleasures,
With oil infested sands.

Maybe man would analyze,
Alternatives if he could,
Surrender greed and recognize,
His own made creeping crud.



Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
053010

The Silhouettes of Marionettes

Everyone take your seats,
The shows about to begin.
No cameras or recording devices,
Let the houselights dim.

The stage is set, actors ready,
A momentary reprise.
All is quiet. eyes are focused,
Let the curtains rise.

Our story opens in a place,
Familiar to most our friends.
It's a solemn, regal space,
In the year 2010.

People have gathered in a room,
To watch a puppet show.
It's a common town hall affair,
That all good citizens know.

The puppets soon come to life,
With all the smiles they bring,
Those gathered forget all their strife,
And ignore their obvious strings.

Limply bouncing, loose arms swing,
The marionettes comically play.
They throw fake hats in political rings,
Spoken talents on display.

When the puppet show is over,
The audience stands and cheers.
Several members make their way over,
To congratulate their peers.

No one seems to notice,
Those gathered too have strings.
They disappear and loose their focus,
As if supported by little wings.

The moral of the puppet show,
Was never really debated.
It suggested most men were weak,
And easily manipulated.

The audience soon realizes,
What they have just seen,
A dramatic and comical satire,
Of a typical political scene.

Those gathered have been fooled in thinking,
That their opinions really matter.
What seems to mean the most to them,
Gets lost in all the chatter.

It's a show in a show,
Where audiences are actors.
Look behind and you may find,
Hidden controlling factors.

The irony of hypocrisy,
Is politians don't really care.
They're tendency toward deceit and greed,
Exceeds their social flair.

We are all influenced by,
Those we elect to share,
The moral views and attitudes,
That we so boldly wear.

Unfortunately the majority,
Of those that we elect.
Rarely meet the conformity,
Of the righteous and select.

We're all living puppets,
With strings upon our backs.
Barely visible little wires,
Strategically attached.

Bureaucratic political pawns,
Iraq and Gulf conned vets.
Statistics officials rely upon,
Silhouettes of marionettes.




Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

021110

Land and Sea (Pink Floyd Tribute V)

This is part 5 in the Dark Side of the Moon series. This is a rewrite of Us and Them...


Land and sea,
Separately co-existent, adjoined contiguously.
You and me,
A wavering consistence of turbulent tranquility.

Rivers arise, to the levees' demise,
The battle is waged between relief and reprise,
Man's castles engaged in deceit and compromise,
Brave efforts denied though many have tried,
To create vesseled bonds between sacrifice and lies.

Rivers and trees,
Innately resistant, blended continuity.
Rise and fall,
Abated persistence in conjoined perpetuity.

Moon and sun,
The end seems near, though its only just begun.
Distance and Time.
Created new standards without reason or rhyme.

Levels recede, governments reply,
Gentle persuasions, discourse minimized.
Forced evacuations, reclamations denied.
White breasted birds fly high in dark skies,
Their purpose gets lost in bureaucratic disguise.

Wither and Wake.
Has government involvement been a help or mistake?
Quiver or Quake?
Will political injustice determine our fate?

Be rest assured, the power of His word,
Will defeat those that seek you and resolve those that hurt..
History reveals that powers that steal,
Reap what they sew, find consequence concealed.
The propensity of Devine indignation is real.

Give and take,
Don't let what's evil keep you awake,
Belief and mistrust,
We all want relief and must readjust.

Fight for your rights,
Seek that you choose,
Shed shackles that bind you,
It's the weak that lose.

Feelings and doubt,
Living in fear is living without.
Water and Air,
Immoral injustice exists everywhere,

Rivers run deep,
Oceans are wide,
An unfettered sleep,
Comes when tension subsides.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm100
100109

No Reason Anymore (NRA)...An Acrostic

Guns are man's worst enemy. This is a double acrostic...

Go ahead sucker, use that thinG.Eradicate those that mess with yoU.Talk that trash, know what I meaN?Trigger happy gangs and crewS.Hear you belong to the NRA.Earns you the right to carry a guN.Give some to your friends in the hooD,Use them to get you in their cluB.No one then will mess with yoU.So much hate, pent up ill wilL,Other's think you're kinda cooL.For God's sake people, it's not too latE,Free our nation, please don't waiT.Take away the fun with gunS,Heed this social mental breaK,Eliminate the nucleI,Shed this country’s source of ilL,The array of guns that forever kilL.Rid our churches, homes and schoolS,Everywhere we try to gO.Emancipate the world 'round yoU
Take charge of this damned cesspooLSave us Lord from gun loving foolS


God Bless The NRA





Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney


kmm062

010610

Castles of Oppulant Accord

Where does all the money come from?
What work do people do?
Who can possibly be paying for it all?
Aren't mortgages overdue?

People are in over their heads these days,
Bankruptcy's are common as loans.
Why do we allow such foolishness?
Why do people need such lavish homes?

Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I look,
I see these monstrosities,
Bank lent atrocities,
That people blindly strive for,
But never quite achieve.
Lifestyles that most people die for,
Opulence that's hard to believe.

Everytime I consider,
Everytime I conceive,
What it is that drives people's fervor?
The constant satisfaction of gall.
Pushing their limits further,
Without fear of consequence or fall.
I personally just don't get it,
I hate it when bill collector's call.

Every moment's filled with laughter,
Every installment a step towards disaster.
Shopping on credit never saved for,
Dining out whenever they've the crave for.
Cars they perpetually pay for,
Furnishings they haven't the wage for.
Living in houses they cannot afford,
In their Castles of Opulent Accord.



Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
102009