It wasn’t aimed at me
I had nothing to do with it, really
But also, I did
Because I saw myself
In your casual insult
Aimed at someone else.
I’m sure I’ve done this before
To someone who needed more
Understanding
Turn about is fair play
And I forgive  
And it is forgotten
Who is this about, anyway?

He alters my vibe
No tries or even a drain on his own
I think
That is unknown
My effect on him
Could be a drag
But for that to be
He’d have to be
Different completely
From what I see

I don’t feel comfortable being a victim
I suppose I am
A victim
Probably more than most
I don’t like to stay a victim
Though being one seems unavoidable
****** up ****
Has routinely happened to me
Since I was a baby
Amazing **** too
I probably deserved it
Most of it
I was a knucklehead
And I’m still an *******
Sometimes
Which simply means I’m an *******
There is no such thing as being a little
*******
When it comes to assholery
It’s either all out or all in
Or maybe just wipe clean
And itch less
Being a victim
Feels itchy to me

At some point
Some time
We all take too long between showers
Some days
Have ways
Of turning into a week

I am like the letter Z
Jazzy to say
Zing. Dazzle, and zesty
Fun to have on the tongue
Occasionally
But it’s easy
To get too much of me
Which obviously
You see

Mister
I'm not sure how you don't
Appreciate
The wonderful wacky
Being that is me
I suppose I could try harder
But it's not my fault that
You can't see

As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I've learned much from both of their styles

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the *** is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

The problem with me
Is
I’m such a fan of my poetry
Each written honestly
Feelings bared
For all to see
Which naturally
Bums me out
When nobody notices me
Got my **** right out so publicly
Jiggling, wiggling, ******* are free
All this soulful ******
And not a soul who wants to see

He is soul groove
Pops on in
Busts a move
And goes on out
Again
Leaving me wanting more
Here I sit
Watching the door

Yep
I just got soundly beat
To a pulp
On Words With Friends
By
“Scottie McBuggarface”.

How can I write a poem about
How perfect my home is?  
Nothing rhymes with Massachusetts

This is not me begging
This is me asking earnestly

Dear hater
Stalking the front page
Downvoting every compliment
There must be a better outlet for your rage
Than an obsessed, anonymous
Wanna be sage
With terrible taste
Take a walk
Or something
You creep
I'd suggest you to get a pet
But you're clearly not ready to care for
Living things, yet

You didn’t break my heart
You taught me to
Protect it
Thanks
I guess

I promise you will not regret me

You flowers have it pretty dull
Yeah, you’re lovely
But helpless
Even the ones with thorns
Thorns are pretty easy to breach
Smelling good
A curse and a blessing
Probably
You are a commodity
But if you hadn’t been
Lovingly bred
Your entire species
Would probably be dead

He is my muse
Rarely on time
Though always with the right line
He will never be mine
But these poems live forever
As part of me
Which is probably more
Than most lovers
Have in store
And ever will be

The top
          Is
            Not
               A
Stable place
          Ready to fall
          Any time and place
          Sometimes second best
          Is better than being number one
          Nobody gunning to take you down
      Vice presidents don’t
Typically get shot in parades
Or theaters
When all the world is a stage
Better to be
The understudy
In a play
Nobody wants to see

Better be careful how you treat me
I can eviscerate you
Through poetry
A timeless critique
Of you
By me

It was sweet
To proclaim
To love me more than the moon and
Stars
But how much does one really love
The moon and stars?
At least you didn't lie

Whispers of a dream
Turn into silent screams
Still, somehow heard
Maybe

I would take you seriously
If you were capable
Of seeing me
Selective blindness
Reversed kindness
Knows only hatred or love
There’s no moderation
Of imagination
In humans who cannot rise above
It’s all either so wrong or so right
To those incapable of sight

Come to me
Through miles and mountains
And so much blue
We touch with our minds
Me and you

Fake friends are worse than enemies
They love you so much in the
Fairweather breeze
Frigid winds always come
Eventually
And that's when
You figure out
Who's the fake friend

I do my **** talkin'
In prose
Even though nobody knows
Who the intended target may be
Master ninja **** talker poet
That is me

Here we are
Bored with eachother
Frankly, I couldn't care less
About your day
And how it was a mess
I know you couldn't care less
About mine
Either
Because you never ask
You want to know things
Like where your boots are
Or what time is supper
But not where I learned
How to cook it
We got a tree full with fruits of
Conversations
Yet neither cares to shook it
Overripe fruit
Rotting on the limb
We sit here now
Our light has dimmed
No need for tears
Or blames or angryness
But frankly, however it goes down
It has to go down
Because I can't care any less

I aim to connect you
Either with understanding my point of view
Or introducing you to something entirely new
I want to help you identify
With something you might not have recognized
I want you to know you don’t have to apologize
I want to share my insides
Splayed between the moon and tides
In the most comfortable yoga pose
Any guru imagined could be
Each poem is a snapshot of me
And as much as I give to it
I can’t control what you will see
Most likely it will be me
Not as beautiful as I wish I could be
But that’s always true of reality

Sometime soon
You’ll come around here
To check
What did I do
And you won’t help but notice
I was thinkin’ about you

Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake *******
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to ****
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the most"
Then rock that ***** up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun
Drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock, and I'm the Real Mccoy
And I'm headed out west, sucker because I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes, like dust in the wind
(****** ****, ****** freak, ****** out of my mind)
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and ****, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's Wine) I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find west-coast ***** for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a ****
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
(Cowboy) I can smell a pig from a mile away
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in'

I want to scare you
Intimidated by an unknown feeling
I want to rock your entire world
Upon introduction
I want an irresistible
Magic connection
I want to meet you someday
Hopefully soon
And suddenly I will see in you
Whoever you are
Duel
Magic spark
Into one
I hope when it happens to me
That’s the way it will be

My expectations
Do not overstep your abilities
They stretch
I expect you like to stretch

“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream,” she said
“The one that makes me laugh,” she said
And threw her arms around my head
Show me how you do it
And I promise you, I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you
Spinning on that dizzy edge
Kissed her face and kissed her head
Dreamed of all the different ways
I had to make her glow
“Why are you so far away?” she said
“Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you
That I’m in love with you
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream
You’re just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone, alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

He is water on fire
Exotic hamster
Invisible high wire
He is thick warm moss
Climbing up the side of this tree
He is spiral giggles
And I like that he notices me

Trying to win you over
Was like trying to take off in a helicopter
From the ground
In the middle of downtown
And I’ve never even driven a helicopter
I didn’t take off
Yet

It was nutty of me to fall for you
Like us out of whack girls will tend to do
At first I thought you broke me
But now I think I broke you
The fallout from when
A nutty girl falls for you

You are so smart
But so dramatic
You could really be a thoughful person
If you thought about other people
I see it in you
The desire to care
But you just can't seem to find it
In there

Addictions are accidental
Nobody sets off
To be an addict
We all know it ends badly
And yet
So many of us start
Foolishly
Maybe addictions
Can’t possibly be
Accidental
You’ve gotta work at getting addicted
And pay at it, too
I’ve never seen an addict
Who didn’t know what they were
Getting into

If you wrote a poem for me
It would be beautiful to see
Even if it was angry
But
I don't think it would be
Though your draw was
Unpredictability
I'm not sure if I know you
But I'm pretty sure you know me

Anger
Built up
Toxic
Spreading unchecked
Fire inside
Each team
The rich are poor losers
Or so it would seem

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me

This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waitin' on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?

It's not like you didn't know that
I said, "I love you," and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
'Cause livin' with me must have **** near killed you

And this is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waitin' on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?"

My children are my legacy
But they are grown
And don’t need me
So now I write my poetry

Sometimes we forget
Approval is free
Among friends
We can expect
Acceptance
Freely
Among friends
If you feel uncomfortable
About who you are
You are not
Among friends
You’ve strayed too far

The version of me
Tethered to you
Is artistic and funny
And hopeful, too
Something more and better
Than myself alone
Sort of almost going home
You bring out the magic in me
Bibbity boop and alicka zee
Your mojo and my magic
There’s no limit to what that could be

Maybe it never meant anything
Maybe nobody paid attention to it, but me
But that cannot possibly be
When I play the fool
It’s usually something everyone sees

The man in the moon is no pretty boy
He’s a pock-marked
Grown man
Stuck in his
Reclusive teenage habits
Relying on his Mother Earth to keep
Him around
Which she does

At arm’s length

Women can sometimes be kinda daft
We call disloyal men “dogs”
I’m not sure if we do so because we don’t
Know men
Or maybe we don’t know dogs
We don’t know pigs, either
Snakes, though…
Snakes we understand

Trying to appear edgy
Not smooth
Rough neither
Wannabe something in between
Smedgy
That’s you, white bread
Pretending to be exotic
Smedgy

Most of the world’s diamonds
Are still buried in dirt

I suppose it’s a ****** for me
That you’re still
The most beautiful human being
I’ve ever seen
And maybe it’s a blessing
The ugly parts
Frailty really
And yet you’re still so beautiful to me
As imperfect as you be

Your death
Was the least violent part of your addiction
You beat your body up
Starved yourself
Went through daily sickness
Forced your loved ones
To alienate
Resigning themselves
Against their will
To your self destructive fate
Programs; outpatient and in
Everything they could to stop this
Disease from winning
You revolted
And bolted
To be “free”
To live in a cage
Voluntarily
Your body wracked with this
Horrible disease
Until you went forever to sleep
Did you get what you wanted?
In death are you finally free?