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Put a Pit Bull in Your Mind By Laura Greenspan 11 - 2.09

If you fear your fear-based thinking -

Put a pit bull in your mind.

He will be your best protector -

Collar spiked and muscles defined.

When the bad thoughts keep on coming,

Ask the pit bull in your mind . . .

To bite them back and get you back on track.

If you fear your fear-based thinking,

Put a pit bull in your mind.

Those nagging thoughts of inadequacy

Will be mincemeat in a pie.

When the pit bull barks,

He scares away the doubts you had inside.

He bites them back and gets you back on track.

Listen to him, defending you: bark, bark, bark!

Your mind is like a fire and he’ll light a warm spark.

You visualize his loyalty and taking him to the park.

And when you put that pit bull in your mind’s eye,

Dat dog goes to work!

If you fear your fear-based thinking,

Put a pit bull in your mind.

Your terror will be soothed,

As well as the doubts you have inside.

For who would worry? Who would fret?

Who would even cry?

With a big, bad, loyal pit bull in your mind.

If you fear your fear-based thinking,

Put a pit bull in your mind.

He will be your best protector -

Collar spiked and muscles defined.

When the bad thoughts keep on coming,

Ask the pit bull in your mind . . .

To bite them back and get you back on track.

The Simple “C” By Laura Greenspan 11.08

The difference between addition and addiction is a “c.”

Yes, “c,” this simple consonant, it means a lot to me.

Without it in this word, you have a very position action.

Add it and you get “addiction,” but you also get subtraction.

Subtraction from your values, subtraction from your life.

Subtraction from your wallet, bad reactions from your wife.

It’s minus time for family, it’s minus time for love -

All you think of is a substance and you cannot get enough!

Yes, addition is a plus, but then you add that “c” and get:

Addiction, and it takes away your money, time, and yet -

You sign away your life to drugs and you are never free.

It comes with the addition of this very simple “c.”

When My House Fell Down Around Me By Laura Greenspan 11.08

When my house fell down around me,

I didn’t run for cover.

I slowly got up from my chair

And poured myself another.

I serenely sipped from my tall glass

As the shutters fell and the windows crashed.

And among the rubble, still smiling, they found me . . .

When my house fell down around me.

When my house fell down around me,

I thought of all the memories.

Of how long I lived on a hope and a thread,

While dodging the glances of enemies.

And the floorboards fell into the cold ground,

And all the walls came tumbling down.

Among the rubble, still smiling, they found me . . .

When my house fell down around me.

Maybe I should have reinforced the foundation.

It’s possible I should have gone on vacation.

Perhaps I should have moved out long ago.

‘Cause the paint, it peeled, and the termites attacked.

And the handyman, he never called back.

And it never was on the top of my list, so . . .

So my house fell down around me.

And I danced among the furniture.

As it banged and boomed across the room,

I wished that I had burned it all.

And all the problems I’d invented,

They could have been prevented.

You may see a smile, but inside I’m frowning,

When my house fell down around me.