Prof. Hardy Parkerson, J.D.

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For Those Who Ride the Dog
by Hardy Parkerson - April 2, 2005

Ain't doin' no good.
Wife's on my back.
Wants me to work in the yard,
And that's a fact.

I just gotta do it! I can't quit!
Just gotta do it! I gotta make it!
I gotta do better, it's plan to see;
Gotta read Boone Pickens' biography.

Don't know how long my kite's gonna fly;
I'm sure I'll make it bye and bye.
Sometimes I write poems on a whim.
And spend my time recitin' them.

I read "All About Music" from BLUE MOON CAFE:
Best thing I've read in many a day.
"All About Music" gave me the cries;
Made big old tears come to my eyes.

I'd never heard of Grayson Capps,
Nor any of those other Orleans chaps;
But Capps' story makes me cry.
He's quite a writer, and that's no lie!

They say that Capps went to Tulane.
When I was there, some called it "Jewlane".
"Jewlane" and "Jewcomb" there on Broadway,
Where all are welcome: Jew, Gentile, Black, Lesbian, Gay.

At night I walked down Natchez Alley
With a sexy beauty whose name was Sally.
She was a red-head from Fairhope, AL:
Just a typical beautiful Newcomb gal.

I rode the dog to get to school.
My mother said, "That Hardy's no fool!
Though we're not rich, he'll make it yet.
Of that I'm sure; I'm willin' to bet."

On the dog from Tulsa with a girl named Alice,
We both got off of the dog in Dallas
And went Downtown and shook the hand
Of Roger Craig, the "Rambler Man",

Who said he saw the man shoot John,
And L.H.O. was not the one.
He'd told Earl Warren what he'd seen, he said.
And 'twasn't long 'fore he was dead.

But what he said I've in my log
Entitled "For Those Who Ride the Dog."

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