You lubricate me
Make me run smooth
Careening through traffic
With nothing to lose
All oiled up
No need for an inspection
Plug in GPS
Destination:  no affection
Ignore the check engine light
Pour in another quart
Traffic is pretty slow
And this one may abort

Slithering above
But gurgling below
Behind evil
Remember me
Between disgust & never

A father a son
A mother or daughter
The love of god
Religious slaughter
Happiness anger
Love and joy
Holding your precious
cold dead boy
Speed and patience
Crack/ *******
numbing ohh numbing
My ****** up brain
Reasons upon reasons
To live or die
Everything's a choice
Except the tears I cry
Is it jealousy
Raising your judging hand
The wraith of god
Raining down on man
Your emptiness
Rage uncontrolled
Lacking one of your own
You steal our souls

Work is such a drag
Not a customer in sight
Getting paid to write a poem
Just doesn't seem right

a child abandoned
so he felt
numerous times under the belt
she screamed once
yelled at him
ever since you dad burned you argued to win
6 months old
a life of burning hell
will more of my family die in fire?
who can tell
but then Life
ohh sweet life
it brings the fire closer
takes my children
and the one never to be my wife
7... a little too younge
4......
**** **** **** it stung
Im so content being alone
work work work
a ******* drone
Im alive today
nobody to jump in and save me
do they look down in disgust?
im so ******* strong their death just wasn't enough.

Hello poetry, I love your jagged mismatched face
Your black and white pages, immune to gender or race
Your wisdom is spoken softly, screamed without concern
You teach with or without students, not a penny to earn
Within your pages I vent, without fear of rejection
I weep softly, at every written connection
I'm glad I found you, stick around awhile
I have to say it,  I really like your style

Time to change my life, thoughts and visions?
Time to change my surroundings, peers and pleasures?
Yes, Its time for a change?
Fighting for each breath and the courage to get out of bed
Fighting each miserable thought that pops into my head
Its getting real old holding onto everything
That nobody knows
Its 4:10 pm..  and I cant even muster the energy
To change out of yesterdays clothes