Mahoda (Song)

My friend Mahoda was ninety-one.

She and I had lots of fun.

Sometimes, she tell me how things used to be.

She’d say one day I’d be her.

I'd say Mahoda you can't be sure. 

These gravestone words are what she'd say to me:

You who read as you walk by.

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so one day will you be.

The sun may shine; the rains may go.

Age it comes; although, it's slow.

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

If you doubt my words are true.

The answers still come back at you.

Each thing that lives must one day cease to be. 

The cycle is not pointless though. 

Everything in turn must grow. 

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

And she'd say:

You who read as you walk by. 

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now. so one day will you be.

The sun may shine; the rains may go. 

Age it comes; although, it's slow.

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

Joceile

1994

Wondering (Song)

I’m wondering when every-thing will turn fine.

I’m hoping it’s coming.

I’m hoping it’s mine.

I see in the tea leaves my future looks bright.

My fondest desire is tea leaves are right.

I’m crazy in love,

And my chances are good.

Everything’s turning around as it should.

My only one fear as I’m singing this song,

Tomorrow, my life will go wrong!

Joceile

1991

A Moment

A moment, left carelessly lying around
May be snatched unexpectedly
By someone, who stumbles, unwittingly,
Into your Cathedral of Self.

Joceile
1975

Customer Service

They come in a variety of very bad ways
The stupid, the ignorant saying their nays

Why can't you do this, why don't you do that
I'm not just a workhorse, you idiot knat

I have a profession. I make it quite clear
I work through a process. I'm not just a queer

So, they send me more e-mails, voice mails and other stuff too
All I can say to them is you just go boo hoo

When it's all over, they're friendly and nice
But I'm quite exhausted like I fell on the ice

I'm in a grand office, down the hall, where it's light
Just come down and see me and say something bright

Joceile 1/30/2004

Paula Pure

Paula Pure was sure
She'd never need a fur.

But, alas, when winter came,
It really was a shame.

For Paula Pure was froze
Into a frenzied pose.

Looking here and there
For something warm to wear.


Joceile 1982

Ode to Dr. Seuss

It started at first over a period of years....
Some bitching and moaning, a collection of jeers.

I marched off to counseling for some unknown reason
To discover, at last, it was some sort of season.

A collection of memories so dark and so scary
Came out of my mind It was really quite eerie.

I said, "Oh no, really, this couldn't be true."
But, my counselor said, "Dear, this really is you."

So, I plowed through those stories week after dim week.
And, the horror kept growing looking bleaker and bleak.

I climbed up vast mountains of gruesome and gore
'Til I got to the top and still there was more.

I yelled at my counselor, "You evil, mean, bitch...
Is this what you do to make yourself rich?"

She sighed and she smiled and told me she knew
In a year or two more, I'd surely get through.

So, I've paid her some thousands and more than my share.
But, I'm starting to think that some day I'll get there.

'Cause now in the nighttime when it's late and it's cold,
I have a keen feeling there's not more to be told.

Those feelings are bringing me back to myself.
And, I don't always wish they were still on the shelf.

So, horror or not, I'll get what I need
Despite that damn counselor and her mountain of greed.

Joceile 11/7/90

My Job (Song)

My job is really not so bad,
I haven't got another.
Though I might quit my job one day,
and be poor like my mother.

It's not so much the people here.
It's not their childish tricks.
I mostly hate the infant rules,
and not the stupid pricks.

So, if you hear me bitch one day,
And, I seem rather glum.
Slap my back and smile at me...
And remind me of my mum.

Joceile
1982