Hello Mister Sun
It's been twelve hours since I've seen you
I haven't slept since then
But it's good to know
Someone will always be there for me

Sideline standing
I can see
Ink crashing down
So gracefully

Line after line
Letters arise
Melding into words
Without compromise

Oh my god
When will he stop?
He keeps writing
He won't stop writing

*******
HE WON'T STOP
THIS IS INSANE
JESUS ****

He's almost at the end of the page
Wow
What happens when he reaches the end?
I should've brought popcorn

Wait

What is he doing?
Oh I see

He's letting me climb onto his pen!
Front row seats!

Wait, where is he going?
The window?
No don't put me outside please
nonono

NO



windowsill standing
i can see
sun setting down
so dreadfully

where can i go
where i can be free
when all the other houses
would've killed me

In an eon from now
Will these poems
Be mutilated at the seams
By demons spawned from hell?

In a generation from now
Will these poems
Be burned to death
By an unruly cigarette?

In twenty years from now
Will my poems
Be willingly ignored
By my hatred of my own past?

When I change
Will I still accept who I once was?

Softly fluttering through the sky
Black polka dots atop a body as
Red as the pictures of my dog's eyes
Break from your flight

Legs pitter pattering
Over the plastic
Seeking a smattering
Of grape essence

Can you comprehend
What you're walking on?
Do you understand how
Bad it is for the environment?

No, you can't
Cause you're a
Stupid ***
*******
Piece
Of
****
Ladybug

get off my bag of grapes

so many poems
are about heartbreak
but what about
the leaves we rake?

so many poems
are about loss
but what about
your grandma's tomato sauce?

so many poems
are about love
but what about
your nice winter glove?

if we took a step back
and saw the little things
maybe we wouldn't need as many poems
about depression

We recycle since
Plastic bottles give trash bins
Poor indigestion

Shiny coat
Glistening in the light
If watching paint dry is wrong
I don't want to be right

If Michael from VSauce was here
He'd ask, "What is wet?"
And I'd say:
Experience it. Place your hand on the wall.
But don't actually
But imagine you did
Imagine your hand on that wall
Returning with a sea of red
Like you're ******* the life force from it
That is what wet is
The ability to **** the life force from something
That would otherwise be dry
Do you understand, Michael?

And as a matter of fact
The painter's name was Michael
And after staring at this wall I realize
That he missed a spot

Looking patiently at the wall
By my side, a tennis ball
Outside it is snowing
But this ball needs throwing
But I need to keep it clean
To keep it green
I cry
Oh, how I cry
When will my nerf darts fly?
When will this paint dry?

It's been a year
A year since
Since the start
The start of the pandemic

And now I return
Return back
Back to the office
Back to my khakis

I long for those harmonic nights
Journeys filled with spontaneity
The choices that lay within are right
Guided by a mystical deity

In your eyes I see my reflection
Thrown ablaze by glimmering lights
Everything leads to perfection
Those harmonic nights

"Let's get Dunks and buy yoga pants"
Said the basic goose

"Let's eat the rich and dismantle the patriarchy"
Said the woke goose

"Quack quack quackity quack"
Said the regular goose

"Let's frolic through a field of spaghetti"
Said the silly goose

Classic silly goose

Today, let's do a 10 minute meditation
To help keep you in your present situation
To focus on the now, and ease your mind
Now keep calm, let's see what you find

Sit up straight, that's the first step
Then close your eyes, take deep breaths
Release the tension, let go of it all
Feel the calm, and heed my call

Find a focus point, I prefer my breath
But if you wish, focus on your chest
Notice the rise upon inhalation
Let it out, keep your concentration

To help stay grounded, here's a mantra for you
"The future can wait, the present is your view"
Repeat in your head, don't pause or quiver
To help even more, here are sounds of a river

"Woosh woosh woosh, glug glug glug"
No that's not my voice, are you on drugs?—𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎
What was that you ask? That's the sound of my gong
It reminds you to focus, is that so wrong?

Now just stay quiet
It's almost the end
Just sssssshhhhhhhhhhhh
And when you're ready,















OPEN YOUR EYES
OPEN THEM NOW
LOOK AT ALL THE PAIN
THERE IS ONLY SUFFERING

YOUR PARENTS HAVE LEFT YOU
THERE IS STILL NO MILK
YOUR MONEY IS GONE
THE ROOM IS ON FIRE

HATRED IS EVERYWHERE
EVERYONE IS RACIST
EVEN THE ELEPHANTS
THAT WOULD BE THE CASE IF THE ELEPHANTS WEREN'T DEAD

ALL BABIES HAVE TERMINAL CANCER
THE TREES ARE CUTTING THEMSELVES
THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN
YOU HAVE AN ORAL PRESENTATION DUE TODAY







alright, that's the end, thanks for listening
have a lovely day