Where your supposed to be with family
Talk and have a big feast
That's what we think it is right?
But what is it really?
I learned some time ago "my family"
Wouldn't help even if I was cold and hungry in my car
My brother, making thousands wouldn't even give me a dollar
In stead of my own flesh and blood helping me out
There was this man who gave me 40$ and some fresh water
That's what family is supposed to be about
Helping each other
Loving each other
Caring for each other
Be thankful for your family
Care for them
If you see a stranger in need
Care for them
There once was a girl who's body was strawberry red
On the television children had seen the colors other humans bled
And when someone else dies or is hurt, that is the color they shed
When the girl tried to speak, the others had fled
She lived out many years in dread
Until a doctor came to her, provided her some anti-rouge information, and she read
Then, for the procedure she plead
When she woke in the hospital bed
"It worked! This new miracle med!"
But when she left, folks on the street still stopped dead
She spoke to the doctor, to which he said
Silly girl, you'll only ever be normal in your own head
. Hello, friend. Recently, it's come to my attention that some of you think I am "narcissistic, egotistical, smug, snide, self-inflated," and an otherwise giant douchebag. From one poem and my profile bio that's limited to some 1,000 characters, you have seemingly amassed my entire life story. How absolutely thrilled I am concerning your fine sleuthing skills! Well done, friend. You have me found out. I have informed the President that you are America's best hope in finding ISIS's leaders, locating Jimmy Hoffa's remains, as well as inditing Bill Cosby on rape charges.
Now that your reward has been put into motion, I'd like to get down to why you don't like me or my Public Service Announcements? You say I'm sarcastic.
And I am hurt. Truly. I just spoke to the Pope after his long day of fighting off legions of undead Commies rising from their graves in Vietnam, and he shook his head and had no idea what you were talking about. Alas, if I've come off as sarcastic, I apologize. I promise you I will bring up your concerns at 2015's Apathy Convention that will be held on February 29 in the city of Miami if you wish to attend.
But, it does appear to me as if you just don't seem like happy people. I don't know why, but I will do everything in my power just to make you as jubilant as I. My efforts will include ensuring you receive the very first jetpack upon its creation by scientists in the future as well as a basket of German chocolates and kittens.
On top of this, I am providing a link to a Cheerios coupon for you to print off at your earliest convenience. Somebody has apparently urinated in your cereal, and you're obviously in need of more. Here is your link, friend!
So friend, if there is anything else I can do for you, please feel free to leave me another loving comment below! I wish you peace, harmony, and bowlfuls of cereal free of excrement and urine.
I am not whole.
We are all missing a piece of our true selves.
Reggae M.D. is here to save the day.
My soul was cold and empty.
Now, my emptiness is filled with a green warmth.
An earthly glow.
My sight was blackened by the falsehood of reality.
Now, my sight is filled with the truth of happiness.
Empathy in motion.
My taste was enveloped by a shroud of insignificance.
Now, my taste has been healed by the light of sweetness.
The shroud unveiled.
My hearing was entangled with the hatred of the recent generation.
Now, my hearing is filled with Reggae.
Reggae is love.
Reggae M.D. has caused my life to blossom.
Akin to that of the noble durian plant.
A smelly fruit with hidden talents.
Reggae M.D. saved my life.
Here is my tale.
you dont even know how i truly am and yet i love you. i love your perfect blonde hair and how messy it looks. i love how your adorable smile lights up the room and brings emotion to my soul. i love that you always listen and prefer to stay in the background. i love when you find out new things about me and your gorgeous brown eyes widen with surpise. why am i so silent? why have we never spoken?
why are you so quiet?
you're trying to pull off this random persona? i'll tell you its working. oh god you'll never really see it. you wont see how i really am.
i write your name down as i tell myself to not think about you. i hear your voice wherever i go. i think about you every night and day.
i want your arms around me tightly. i want your lips to touch mine and your fingers to roam my body. i want you to pin me up against the wall and choke me. i want you to tell me that you'll love me back and show me this isnt a waste of time.
i want so much from you
please want me too