I feel bad for women who date online.
There are good men in this world, I swear.
Not every man who walks the earth wastes his breath and your time,
with cro-magnon scribbles from a mind so bare,
that it comes as a surprise they managed even to write one line,
much less something so cerebral as this:
                              "Yo, prety gurl. Liek yur pic,
                                I so >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
                               Wanna see mah ****?"

So deep, right? What Socratic genius might have penned such lines?
Surely not even Shakespeare or Keats could craft words so divine!
I am so sorry, women who date online.
Truly, I'm sorry, on behalf of mankind

Don't yell and vent your anger
Don't fight in front of me
I'm just a baby, I love you both
This isn't fair to me

I know you're tired and restless,
I know you're stressed and worn
It's been so rough, but don't give up
I've only just been born

Dad, your loud voice scares me
And Mom, please don't hit Dad
Don't you see my frightened eyes?
Is it me? Have I been bad?

Don't you see my shaking lips?
And hear my little voice?
No, you're both too self absorbed
To make that simple choice

Dad, choke down your pride, a bit
And Mom, just let it go
I'm stressed myself, and shouldn't be
I'm just a kid, you know?

I feel the tension in the air
Can y'all please get along?
Don't choose your anger over me,
Instead, sing me a song

It scares me when you do this stuff,
'Cause I don't understand
I need you both to let it go,
To guide my little hand

So make the choice for peace and love
Be kind to one another
I know it's there, I know you can,
I know you love each other

I learn with every breath, you know,
I see and hear it all
Don't teach me hate, and disrespect
I need the both of y'all.

It's a funeral!

Not quite a funeral, but the ceremony
right before the big show

except the audience is empty,
and my thoughts are without purpose,
my existence without achievement.

let us give pause for the man with no future
for today is his funeral

let the trumpets play, and the blackness envelope
our minds as we say goodbye to a life that had
no hopes or dreams.

Because of the millions born,
there must be the broken ones, those without purpose
and without the love it takes to prosper.

so I say, let's have a funeral for them, and wish them goodbye
for our thoughts are better placed where we will find our own happiness
and where we can fulfill our own desires at the expense of our mothers glory

the precedence has been set, and now it is all we can see
let us consume, let us exhume all that glitters and glows
for god is waiting with open arms, and empty chests
awaiting our accumulated bounties!

when the time arrives for our funerals, let the world never forget
a fulfilled life has passed, and let us praise the ones
adept at these greedy systems, and at self fulfillment
those able to forsake the few who just cant make it
for they are but an eye sore, on the beauty of life
where all that extends before me is mine, and mine alone.

Say you hate me
Say you love me
Say you wanna ****
Say you don't give a ****

But say
Something.
Anything at all.

I shouldn't have to wonder.
I shouldn't have to guess
The tarot cards and ouija board
Are useless for this ****

But don't think I didn't give them a whirl, anyway

What is-
is it true?
what is not-
is it false?

To be--
is it better
than not to be?

Isn't not to be
wiser
than to be?

Is it better
to know
or not to know?

Who is poor-
the rich unhappy?
isn't he who is poor, rich?  being happy.

What is-
is it love?
what is not, is it not love?

What is-
is it life?
what is not, is it not life?

We step precariously as it were
on the most slippery floor
of verbiage--what do we really know?