To Be Having or not to be having

 Some people don't want what they have

a baby, a love or a cab

Some people want what they don't have

And that can be harder to grab

But which is the better?

The having or the missing?

The loss or the obtaining

I'm not complaining

Or even saying

Whether one is wrong or right

It's not in our hands to fight

But if you never fight

Then you never might

Gain control of what you

Want but do not need

It is food for the soul

Or is it fuel for greed

It's a skill to know

Whether you fail or succeed

For there's still a while to go

Before the sands of time bleed

American dreaming

 Let's hear it one more time for

The American dream

Fear and loathing

It's a brand of clothing

You can buy in a Walmart

But if you're smart

The Chinese have made it

And you've paid for it

With the American dream

Oh everybody's equal

Or so it would seem

But only in America

Because that's what it means

But really what they're saying is

We're better than you kids

Comprendez?

It's a foul game,

It's a penalty

Except the referee's

The one holding the keys to Life and Liberty

And how about the pursuit of happiness?

Well that only exists in excess

So buy, buy, buy your way to heaven

Unless you live the American dream

Who knew things could go so wrong?

It's just a show kid, no need to be your swan song

It's like we're playing Risk or a game of double jeopardy

On the Tv, with your host the President and his First Lady

It's not as if this is reality, could have fooled me

How about a parody? How about a comedy? How about a tragedy?

Is it any wonder that the world's a disparity?

The glass is half empty, or is it half full?

Well I know some have plenty and others hungerful

Can you see enough vulgarity, is it wonderful

Is this what you Americans want on your dinner plates?

Just a plastic president who spouts out rage and hate?

 Just a smarmy army, full of red neck types

Just a whisky swigger and stereotypes

Tell me if it's wonderful or really if it's ripe

That you're eating chicken by the binful

And scoffing down the tripe

I need to take a moment, I can't believe my eyes

No, justice is blind, or I thought that was right

Now I can't believe my ears are those my cries?

Or someone else in pain and should I try to be nice?

Now I've lost the power of speech, I'm mute

But the voice of reason it doesn't sound cute

And it wouldn't get a season on the Disney plus network

So Let's all just play dumb until the President forgets it

And nothing he says means anything at all

Because there is no truth just a game of lies 

in his American dream

Wait until Spring

 I can't, can't wait until Spring

Keep on, how long can you keep on

Fighting the darkness, battle to win?

Keep on, how long can you keep on?

I can't wait, wait until spring 

Winter's are glowing

And rain it is flowing

Down from grey skies

And I am knowing, yes I am knowing

I don't want to die

But I can't wait, no I can't wait

I can't wait for my life to begin

I can't, but I've got to wait now

I can't wait, wait until Spring

There are birds flocking the fields

Finding their meals, beating their wings

They can't wait, wait until Spring

And the martyrs are looking up from the puddles

The world's in a muddle, reflected within

They can't wait, wait until Spring

The sea under my thumb

 I had the sea under my thumb

I had a bee in my bonnet and a bread crumb

It came out of me like I had gone numb

Oh I had the sea under my thumb

We had really pushed the boat out

It was a flotilla of rudders and clout

It was seasoned by unders of trout

Floundering, foundering all about

I skinned a brass monkey flew six sheets to the wind

I wasted my money on blackjack but never to win

And old sally's army has me by the skin

Of my nose, my teeth and my false grin

They're liars those men I meet at the bar

They're liars, charlatans con artists they are

Pretending to be the wise men of the ship

But they're scrabbling round inside of a skip

Why did I ever offer up my piano

the last chance I had of bringing it narrow

Singing it sparrow

It was mine, but I gave it away

To people who will never be friends anyway

People who I pay

People who I pay

The sea is rotten as a green tomato

and I am forgotten before I even start oh

Have I an option, or am I overcome

With the greatest sadness of all, 

that's missing my mum

Seven seas or Oceans Eleven part 1

 There's the Pacific

That's Terrific

There's the Adriatic, quite dramatic

The Aegean, that's tragean 

The Caspian, that's almost Latvian

The Black sea it was a slack sea

The Red sea, it was ahead of me

As I rode back from the dead sea

Still alive quite luckily

Then the Atlantic, I was frantic

Sailing about in a panic

But I found my bearings

without the scarings in the Berings

But it wasn't easy and I got quite queasy

As I joined the Chukchi

The Strait was laced

With all I've faced

And ever hope to after

But chuckling laughter

Overcame me

As I headed North West towards Alaska

Yes it was a task Sir

I ask yer

Sailing the Beaufort scale

I hit every kind of gale

And tried to master

My ship from certain disaster

Crossed the map

The lap of land

They call The North Pole

Didn't see a soul

But thought I'd stay in control

As I circled the Arctic Ocean

There was a polar bear or two

In the Siberian vicinity

And a cuttlefish who knew

What it all meant to me

I put on the kettle

And tested my mettle

As I passed through Kara and Berrents

Whoever said there were only seven seas?

They didn't make any sense

I could have bet my bottom dollar

That that Norwegian with the high collar

Was Father Christmas

Or just getting pissed as 

A Svalbardi President Lincoln

After that I took a break in Greenland

And found it as green as grain of sand

But for all that I loved the diversity

Of all the titanic icebergs adversity

They made me glad I wasn't at university

Though of course I am sad at that perversity

Still I journeyed on to the Labrador Sea

It was a well behaved doggie

It barked and lapped

But I patted its back

And it fetched its tide there and slack

And I felt like a stick a drift

As I was lassoed by the Sargasso 

Toe to toe, I heave hoed

With every rope in the rigging

And I was jigged without much hope

Down onto the Caribbean 

The warm was wind

And the wind was warm

And the seaweed full of eels

And it made me feel

Head over heels

As I felt the tropic of Cancer

A thunder and a blowing storm

As night time was the right time

To drink rum and watch the wild Palms sway

I lay on my back in the sand

And visited bars

And lost nearly every hand

Of poker, but I played on

And penniless returned to sea

The truth hit me near Chile

That I'd scoffed a lot of chocolate

In the sea of Scotia

And it was heating up inside me

I need to cool off

So I molokoved down for a cocktail

In the Antarctic circle

What's the rush?

 Oh where do you think you're going?

And what's the rush

The sea is still flowing

And it's master of us

You're not the rulers of land or law

Her name is Nature

And she's red in tooth and in claw

Well, Jesus is the ruler of the hearts of me

And God his father in heaven above

But there's only one ruler under the sun

And her name is Nature 

and she's a son of a gun 

The drovers

 End of the drove

Where do they go?

All those people

When the bar closes?

All those lost people

All those lonely souls

Bitter as litter

That blows

When the field knows

The cattle in rows

Filled, eating the bar

Chewing the cud

Drifting back home

In their droves

But where do they go?

Another bar opens

And they hang there

Like pegs

On a line with no

Clothes