Monthly Archives: July 2007

Runaway Train.

I’m on this train you see,
And it keeps moving forward,
I stay on with ticket in hand,
Hoping it will bring me to another land,

I don’t know how long this ride will last,
So I’ll hold on for dear life,
I do know it cannot last,
The bitter end is soon in sight,

Hang on my dear, it’s almost done,
I hope you had fun,

I will try to complete this journey,
Handicapped and no place to go,
Sad, I know,
This life hopefully made whole,

Push away the madness here,
On this car in which I rest,
Do not unhitch this car my dear,
I will finish, not just yet,

Let me ride a little longer,
Complete the course I have embarked,
Education of all different kinds,
Degrees I’ll earn and higher marks,

Hopefully I don’t derail,
Hitch attached that keeps on track,
Give me the chance to arrive safely,
So that I may never lack.

Fair and balanced.

I believe in fairness.  Really, I do.

So, I have thought about it, and I think I have devised a fair and equitable system for deciding how child support payments should be meted out.

Basically, you take the husband and wife, father, mother, whatever.  You sit them in front of a judge, and you ask a simple question.

Do you want to be with each other?

One or the other will certainly answer in the negative.  So, if the woman says she has no desire to be with the man anymore, then, it should be up to the man how much he wants to provide in terms of monetary support.  And the same should be vice versa. 

Look, it’s really rather simple, the spouse who gets custody of the kids is reponsible for their well-being and upbringing the majority of the time, if they feel they are better off without the other parent, then they are making the concious choice to go it on their own.  They are deciding for them, and for the children, who sadly have no real choice in the matter. 

Really, is that so unreasonable?

You make babies with someone, at that point, your desires should be second to everything.  So, should you be so selfish as to put yourself first, and deny them what they deserve, shouldn’t you have to pay the consequences?  Hey, look, if both parties agree that it cannot be made to work, then so be it, the support must be worked out in a reasonable manner between the two.

But, as long as one shows a desire to put the children first, shouldn’t that count for something?

Not in this country it seems.  The laws are so skewed it’s ridiculous. 

I believe in equal rights for everyone.  Man, woman, gay, straight, whatever.  But look, as long as women sit back complacent as men are railroaded by the courts, I say fuck womens lib and all that.  It is flat out unfair.

Look, call me jaded or sexist or whatever you want, but there are enough women that I have talked about this with that see it exactly as I do. 

Why is this such a difficult thing?  You think you can do it without me, so, ok, do it without me!  But no, instead, the argument is, oh, but they are your kids too, so you have to pay me for them.

Uh, no, you turned me into part-time parent, and now you are extracting ransom payments so I can see them every now and then.  But see, I wanted to be there all the time, and do the right thing, you don’t, so now I have to pay through the nose because you have to “live your life”?  I’m sorry, but isn’t that how life goes?  You make your choices and live with them?

Ah but no, not here, and not if you’re a woman.

But like I said, I am for equal rights.  I think that it should go both ways.  If the guy says he doesn’t want it, then hey, that’s on him and he should pony up the cash.

The legal system is a joke.  As long as women continue to willingly play the victim in a courtroom then they deserve to be paid less than a man for doing the same job and so on.  Because at the end of the day, it all evens out when you stand in front of a judge expecting fairness.

Fuck being politically correct.  That is the truth of it and I don’t fucking care who is offended.

Ferg you.

Sure, fergie might have fooled the rest of the gullible adoring public, but not me!  I’m more riled up than fergies dopamine receptors!  This was more fun than a meth fueled masquerade orgy,

Ladies and Gentlemen, tobaswritesyourlife.com presents for your enjoyment,

 

 

Big Street Walkers Don’t Cry. 

 

 

Da, Da, Da, Where’s my DaDa?

The smell of his spunk lingers on me now,
He’s probably on his way back home to his wife and kids,
I get my shelter from the money he gives me,
And then I act like I miss the guy I ditched,
So I can have peace and serenity,

[Chorus]

I hope you know, I hope you know,
That I’m not gonna tell the truth,
It’s personal, real personal,
I need lots of strange cock,
And I’m gonna act like I miss you,
But I got lots of partying and meth to do,
It’s time to be a big whore,
And big whores don’t cry,
Don’t cry,
Don’t cry,
Don’t cry,

The path that I am walking, I won’t walk alone,
I’ll probably be in a gang bang,
With many men who are full grown,
Fairytales don’t always have happy endings,
Unless I’m in the story baby,
Because a night with me always means a happy ending,
And the only dark that I forsee,
Is the one I keep you in,

[Chorus]

Like the girl playing doctor with all the little boys in the school yard,
I’ll play with your naughty parts,
And then I’ll do your best friend too,
Yes, you can hold me like a bowling ball if you want to,
I’ll lie to you and tell you my lovers are just friends and playmates,
And that it’s time for me to go home, when I’m taking it from behind,
It’s getting late, and I have another guy to blow,
I need to eat his cream by myself,
And then cry about how much I miss you,
For my peace and serenity.

[Chorus]

La, Da, Da, where is my DaDa?

sweeter.

All those things that I did do,
I didn’t have to do for you,
And all those things I left behind,
Left me here with so much time,

To think, and think, and think, of things,
Words to write and sometimes sing,

From where you stand, in oblivion,
The sight you see seems so much sweeter,
From where I stand and watch the fence,
The grass seems so much greener baby,

Life laid out like rows of headstones,
Living death this gift to me,
Smiling zombie, frolicking,
Merry, merry, merry, me,

Now this life seems so much neater,
Loose ends cut and tie the rest,
From where I stand seems that much sweeter,

Over the fence the grass seems greener.

Alive.

What a funny thing it is, to insert oneself into a unit,
To boldly proclaim that one belongs,
This is my place, right here,
A spot staked out and lines drawn,

Do you see my little patch here?
My little area that I call my own?
Amongst you, in this place,
Anyplace, as long as I have what is mine,

Until she says enough,
When she says when,
And only then, shall I relinquish what I have fought so hard for,

But grudgingly, I will admit,
Because a smile that big comes from within,
It cannot be helped,
Lips curl involuntarily, to my chagrin,

I have found a soft warm place,
At last, as the song sings to me,
Someplace that smells like a home I never knew,
Where past regret melts like water cubes left out,

Show me that brilliant gaze again,
And blind me with a mouthful of joy,
See, this is sight,
This is life,

Show me what I wanted,
Let me touch it, taste it,
In full view,
I am here, this is living,

When I am with you.

I feel so very alive,
When I am with you.