I see all the people out there.
everyone.
the one person I want most is you.
out of everyone from the universe.
all I want is you.
It may be cliche.
It may be ooshy gooshy lovey,
but its true
all I want is you.

I see your boyfriend.
he's a great kid,
and I feel good knowing he makes you happy,
but he doesnt understand
all I want is you.

Your aura lights up rooms
that would otherwise be dim
your soft brown hair blowing in the wind
reminds me of the wheat fields in the summer.
your adorable smile brightens up my bad days
and your eyes.
they're so blue and wondrous
I feel like I can see waves of an ocean.
your laugh makes me laugh.
It's too intriguing to describe.

Now after this description
you can see why I'm falling.
wouldnt you want you too?
now you can see why
all i want is you.

So heres a proposal.
When youre tired of a boyfriend
and looking for a man friend,
give me a ring on the phone.
and I might give you a ring on your finger.

i need **** to feed my greed
to wait and wallow in the muck all day
just for the one surprising gasp of air
that makes everything better.

when i buy i fly, oh my
the first thing to go is my arms
like the jell-o jigglers they feel
the chair melts into me

to close the doors i chose
is easy to some but for me
its like taking a **** at home
i keep it cracked. because I can.

no 'mo 'fo '******>judgement is creeping
love is absence
but waiting, watching

it is not the time I spent with you that i wish i still had.
It's the lost time spent with you that I wish I could have back

Home.

They say its where the heart is.
I think its where other's hearts are.
Your home is in the memories of other people.
your memories of them.
The dumb **** you do together.
and when you arent near those people,
you tend to loose a grasp on what home is.

this breathless creature
dying on the ground.

It cant call for help
it cant ask for food
Not a word can come from its mouth
but in one quick glance
staring deep into its beading gazers
can tell you a story of a life once loved my many
Of a world more appreciated for the small things.
this spirit of the world is breathless,
dying,
and all you can do is flick another burning cigarette,
throw another bit of plastic
shoot another gun.
because thats what this world is coming to,
why delay it?
I'll tell you why.
The pure beauty of this living organism called earth
is bliss in a shot glass.
Drink it,
I dare you.
you'll get drunk off the thought of giving a ****
So **** faced you wont even realize it.
If you appreciate the world now,
Maybe, just maybe
you can make a difference when it matters most.

who is to decide
that the world will not end tomorrow.
Its a scary thought
but there are powers in this world
that can end it all.
End it in the form of guns
words, pages, bombs,
emotion
If I suddenly was killed
would people remember me?
would you really mourn?
really?
Really think about it.
would you take something away from something I did or said?
The only contribution
to any form of society
is putting these words and thoughts in your brain

Now that youre thinking like me,
is it worth it in a life that is in such a state of delusion
to continue living life the way you are?
Do you cherish life the way you used to?
The way you did when you were a kid?
Do you remember what it feels like to live?
To be excited at nothing.
Or is your mind so desensitized
that it doesnt know if youre living your life
or the life society wants you to?
Just so they can get you to do the things
that make life miserable?

When something bad in life exists
most just say, "Oh. thats just life"
But this gives life an excuse to be forever terrible.
Teach people what I have taught you.
Think of where you are and where you want to be.
If you are where you want to be,
you are extremely lucky.
If not, take a stand.
The only thing holding you back
is your conscience.

On the 15th of May
In the French Laund-er-y
There was a small man,
The Chef De Partie

He was mixing and stirring
And stirring his sauce,
But his sauce wouldn’t thicken
He was at a loss

So he needed to think
and ponder awhile
Until on his face
Was a bright white smile.

“I have it!” He said.
“I know what to do
All  that I need
Is a nice thick roux.”

No reductions or tomatoes
Or even puree
He needed the roux
It was the only way

So what he did next
was truly “the ****”
He melted some butter
And dumped flour in it.

This mixture was gloppy
And looked like wet sand
The roux was ‘a cooking
But looked awfully bland

Morton must think
How to flavor this glob
Chef Tomas Keller said
“Morton its your job”

He thought and he thought
“Oh what can I do?
Bechamel or Veloute?
What to do with this roux.”

“Veloute I think
Sounds good for today.
I’ll make some of that.
Chef might exclaim, “yay!”

So he added some stock
Of Gertrude McFuzz
It was the best bird
It certainly was
Fond Blanc De McFuzz
Was clear and not milky
Morton’s Veloute
Ought to be silky

He cooked it awhile
Maybe for one half an hour
And when it began to bubble
The roux showed its power.

It thickened and coated
The back of a spoon
This stuff’s almost ready
It should be done soon

He strained it
removing the floury bits
It needed to be clean
No clumpys or grits

It was almost over
It was just about ready
It still needed some tweaking
“Can’t we eat it already?!”

“No” said chef Teller
as he took a lick
Was it good? Was it bad?
Was the sauce too thick

“You did a great job!
Trust me, you did.”
Said Teller to Morton
“You did good kid”

“One thing I will say
That you forgot to put in
It’s the most vital ingredient
In the entire kitchen”

“Its something that most chefs
Don’t use a lot of
It comes from within
The spice of true love”

Morton thought a bit
Like he often does
And then he said
“Chef! That’s what it was”

“It didn’t taste right
It was missing its pop
Its pep in its step
Its fizzle. Its hop”
He learned something there
From Chef Thomas Teller
Food needs more love
It needs to be stellar

After all that
And in the end
Morton threw it away
And started again.