It is okay for me to get excited about seeing you.

I'm not obsessed.

I am simply in love.



Don't you feel the same?

I thought you were poor
Now I know
What's the difference

Hence,
I feel rich
And lost

Danger
They wanted more
For them to suffer
To believe
This isn't the world
You can live in

Stranger
Spread words on them
For them to bow
To believe
This is the world
You could hope

Ranger
He survived enough
For himself to strive
To believe
This is the only world
He could prosper

Messy hair
Lost a pair
Of what I forgot
"Oh yes! now I got"
Pair of my socks
Stuffed in a box
Dreadful ugly locks
Trying to braid
My messy hair
Ahh, I will just leave it
I now longer care
Gotta trim short, this hair
So my head is free
To feel the air...


©sim

the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her  
mind's matter of
gray

if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory

it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob

surely she can sense  
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake

under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure

for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread

it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground

she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent