Thursday, January 28, 2016

He Cried to Hot Dog Suit Social Experiment 
A boy feeds off of his mother's love 
But who feeds off of a suit made oh hot dogs 


He Cried (lyrical poem) 

He cried and she would stroke his hair
He cried and she came to his side
He cried and she showed he’s her pride
He cried and she was always there
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Oh mother you love your son so
For him you would give all you know
He’d shine and you’d stand in his glow
For him you would bear any blow
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He cried and she would fix his food
He cried and she cleaned up his room
He cried ‘cause she failed she’d assume
He cried never knowing it’s crude
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Oh mother you love your son so
Yet why won’t you let a man grow
He still has so much he can show
Time’s passed for you two to let go
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He cried for his friends were too few
He cried ‘cause the money was good
He cried now assuming he should
She died and now what will he do


As this verse begins, we have a mother who is concerned about her son. As we enter into the second verse (the third stanza), and the boy is still crying, we sense that there is something wrong. As we arrive at the last verse, there is definitely something wrong. Note that there is no final chorus ("Oh mother..."). Not only did the mother die, but the damage is so severe. Another interesting thing about this poem is the effect of the repetition of the words, "He cried". If this repetition had the desired effect we should feel the sharp disturbance of the relationship. 

No, this poem was not about me or any of my brothers. But, I couldn't have written a poem like this if I didn't have some insight..Perhaps we all have had some visions of this, one way or another. In particular there was this security guard, Douglas. To be fair to Douglas, most of what I "know" about him were the rumors of his coworkers. Evidently, he, though in his 30s, still lived with mother. She had left her husband when Douglas was very young. Rumor has it that he didn't have any friends. I met his mother several times, as she would often bring him his lunch and share it with him. Seeing the two together, one would think Douglas was just a young school boy. Weird would be putting it moderately. If anyone saw these two interact, they would be taken to the worst mother babying her son nightmare ever. The story gets weirder. Douglas, mother died. Rumor has it, Douglas couldn't bury her. Douglas left his home and slept at work. When Chevron found out he was making his home there, they got him help to find a place to live. Douglas was found dead on the stairs of his apartment. Evidently he shot himself. 

As always: if there are any songwriters in need of some lyrics, help yourself. I ask for nothing, except a copy of the song.


Let's paint a more normal picture of mother: Jerry Vale "Mamma" 

Leave it to a YouTuber to turn a hot dog into a social experiment 


There are many stories where the hot dog came from. My favorite is one told by Harry M. Stevens, an American sports concessionaire whose vendors sold German sausages at the old New York Polo Grounds. He called them "Dachshund sandwiches", but a New York Post cartoonist "couldn't spell dachshund, so when he drew the cartoon, he called them hot dogs.Now if we believe this, we are ready for a social experiment carried out  by Brax Donovan. Brax wants to show us the true nature of people. To do this, for some reason, he has made a suit covered with hot dogs. (No buns.) 
WARNING -This video may not be for hot dog lovers. "Hot Dog Suit Social Experiment" 


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No language can express the power, and beauty, 
and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. 
It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows 
stronger where man faints, and over wastes 
of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its 
quenchless fidelity like a star. 
Edwin Hubbell Chapin

4 comments:

  1. Sad indeed. Mind you, from my perspective as a childless person, I have often thought that knowing when to let go must be one of the hardest things for a parent...

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    1. It is different for all of us. I had no problem letting my son live his life. But when he left to go to college, I was heartbroken.
      Thank you for your input

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  2. "He Cried" is super intense! Is that the way it was with you? Our parents were that way with me and my younger brother. My leaving the nest was ugly, and my brother stayed put.It has been over 14 years since the last time we actually spoke to one another. Thankfully, my wife and his wife still speak regularly over the phone and I can keep up with what is going on with him and their family. For as long as he still observes the code of conduct in our family dictating that once someone is on the outs--they stay out, the way it is now is the best I can hope for. Sigh.

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    1. I really appreciate this insight.
      Thank you for everything

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