Sammy Tramp: The 'Artful Masher'
Serve and Protect Scare and Neglect

I’m not gonna physically fight you, shoot you, or engage in hand to hand combat

But can we collectively take a breath and really look at where we’re at

There is something mighty brewing and it’s rumbling at the surface

Are these people in uniform really here to protect and serve us

Serve and protect scare and neglect 

Tomato tomahto, potato potahto

Who’s really causing harm 

It could never be the “good guy” in the uniform

Use your context clues and open up your eyes 

Don’t believe who they shove down your throat as the “bad guys”

Can we use our collective conscience and choose to be more enlightened

When we militarize our corrupt “guardians” how can we ever stand and fight them

They’re just humans, definitely no smarter than you or me

Most became cops because in school all the highest they could average was a “C”

I don’t have much, but my art, my words, my voice

I’m standing here begging the privileged to stand and make the right choice

It’s sweet for a second, your viral repostings of a cute cat

But what does it do, other than distract

We have the power to control the media in this digital age

I implore you, now is the time to start a fucking rampage

A Song About Myself (John Keats)

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at’s back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the north,
To the north,
And follow’d his nose
To the north.

II.
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But scribble poetry-
He took
An ink stand
In his hand
And a pen
Big as ten
In the other,
And away
In a pother
He ran
To the mountains
And fountains
And ghostes
And postes
And witches
And ditches
And wrote
In his coat
When the weather
Was cool,
Fear of gout,
And without
When the weather
Was warm-
Och the charm
When we choose
To follow one’s nose
To the north,
To the north,
To follow one’s nose
To the north!

III.
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He kept little fishes
In washing tubs three
In spite
Of the might
Of the maid
Nor afraid
Of his Granny-good-
He often would
Hurly burly
Get up early
And go
By hook or crook
To the brook
And bring home
Miller’s thumb,
Tittlebat
Not over fat,
Minnows small
As the stall
Of a glove,
Not above
The size
Of a nice
Little baby’s
Little fingers-
O he made
‘Twas his trade
Of fish a pretty kettle
A kettle-
A kettle
Of fish a pretty kettle
A kettle!

IV.
There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red,
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder’d,
He wonder’d,
He stood in his
Shoes and he wonder’d.

John Keats

Urchin Couture

The Seven Secret Plays of Madam Caprice: A Live Music Theatrical Adventure 
A completely original work I am thrilled to be a part of. Our next one is September 7th.

The Seven Secret Plays of Madam Caprice: A Live Music Theatrical Adventure
A completely original work I am thrilled to be a part of. Our next one is September 7th.

Excerpt of a piece I am working on.

See dear friends, my whole life I have been traveling in haste

So much so that I never even bother to unpack my suitcase

So, I wandered from town to city and place to place

Sleeping with shoes on.  So’s to not leave a trace

I was on a journey looking for enlightenment

Anything that was available or offered, I was willing to try it

It was at this moment in the depths of my pondering

I found myself into this strange world wandering

There it was Le Maison, this house of ill repute

More than merely road weary I was completely destitute

With open arms and warm faces they escorted me in no question

My eyes were starting to open, I was ready to dive head first into this delicious transgression

The absinthe was as milky white

As the breasts laced in the corsets tight

These were the highest caliber of dames

And the Madame assured me she had the most well read courtesans

They cleaned me up and fed me not a single judgment passed

They kept pouring me absinthe, which I consumed rather fast

My eyes opened further and I started to hear my voice

My senses filled with sound and color, monochromatic silence was no longer my only choice

This might be one if the weirdest things I ever wrote. I forgot about it and just found it in my phone.

This might be one if the weirdest things I ever wrote. I forgot about it and just found it in my phone.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

Hats!

Hats!

thosenaughtyvictorians:

Look what I found moooooore offfff!

dinosaur-princess:

Amelia Earhart:  Amelia and her true love

Hair is happening. So is dapper.

Hair is happening. So is dapper.

chaplinfortheages:

seekeroftheway:

Charlie the pawn shop clerk “appraises” an alarm clock - good thing he knows how to deal with dissatisfied customers.

Charlie & his long time stock player Albert Austin - in one of his most famous film sequences.  The total dismantling of an alarm clock.

At WGN where they shot the Bozo Show. Just a couple of clowns clowning around in clown town.

At WGN where they shot the Bozo Show. Just a couple of clowns clowning around in clown town.

loki-in-wonderland:

rosalui:

this is the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black do nOT FUCKING ARGUE WITH ME

I want to live in it.

Trampy on TV.

Trampy on TV.