“Soul Trouble”

I am a broken man
Something’s loose, rattles inside me
Seems to be fine on the highway
But in the city—at home—
A different story

I take myself to the shop
Mechanics poke and prod
They throw their hands up
Find nothing wrong
Charge me for their time

Clanking home, I realize
The problem’s not the engine,
Nor the brakes, the transmission
What sounds so bad
Has a single, simple solution:

I need better fuel

“Calvary Cavalry”

In battle dress, a king
Galloping on snow-white steed
Sword drawn and pointing ahead
Crown of iron and gold upon his head

Of a sudden he stops
From shining saddle he drops
Something caught his attention
Saintly praise from those commissioned

For a herd he calls
“Join me,” beckoning to all
Mounting up, resumes the charge
We follow him, near and far

"Orthotomato"

A sharp tool is best
to avoid bruising the flesh
and preserve the seeds inside

Enjoy the taste—take a bite,
squeeze the juice
of this awesome fruit

Pungent at first, but not too strong
Just don't get the word wrong