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Johnny Vaccaro Jan 2017
Lord I know your there
Listening to this prayer

As I contemplate this state
I know I don’t create

Bowing and giving my alms
Singing and shouting the songs

Skipping and dancing to church
We sit we stand we chirp

Meeting nice people each day
Oh what a game we play

You take your mask wherever you go
How do I know I’m not at the theater or a show?

What a great performance as you gawk the stage
And I sit here, trapped in a cage

What do you think waits your immortal soul?
If this is why you believe, I dub you “the dumb troll”

What a fool to believe in such a wrong way
You selfish hedonist, you’ll get yours one day

Or maybe not, because you’ll never die
Maybe that’s what you’ll get, you wise guy

I don’t see why one would want to live forever
Why is this so much better?

You call that state heaven, well I call it hell
And no I’m not insane, I’m quite well

I think death is good and not so bad
Its healthy, and I’m not going to be sad
When my body is in the ground
And my soul in the air
Gee that’s another question altogether, do we even have souls

But for now enjoy your eternity with bliss
While I take a ****

Who would ever want to live forever?
Immortality is a dream disguised as a nightmare, think about it…its forever…
Stupid thoughts, trying to make couplets out of them...
Jan 2017 · 629
Snowbird
Johnny Vaccaro Jan 2017
Shifting through the snow
I don’t walk I fly
Passed the children
Passed the mothers
Passed the fathers
I’m not on their level
I don’t speak
I lay back and enjoy the ride
I let go and although I am flying my mind is not racing
I am fire
I am body and soul
Undetectable
On a mountain filled with white wallows
Marshmallows and trees that turn everything soft
I like soft things
I like flying
I don’t want to leave
I want to stay and lay here
In the clear and quiet atmosphere of the wilderness
Like Thoreau
Call me a dead poet
Call me a doctor
I only have one alter ego and it is a snowbird
Take me back to Utah
Johnny Vaccaro Jan 2017
Noelle's voice pierced through my head as it always did, but I held my tongue. I raced up the creaky stairs, and retrieved the movies. As soon as I could gather a thought I heard the whine again, "these aren't the blue ray one's Johnny!"

Noelle frantically shot up from her position and raced upstairs. Stomp stomp stomp, Noelle never walked like a normal person. Instead, she brought both her feet down like she was pounding the juice out of grapes, and it sounded like thunder! The same was when she knocked on the door. If one did not live with her and understood her habits, Noelle's knock could be mistaken for the police.

As Noelle made her way down the stairs she yelled out, "where are the Harry Potter blue-ray series! I don't know where they went, they vanished!
Now, like a cheetah Noelle seeked out the weakest prey and planed her attack. With her snout pointed towards me she viciously started making ridiculous assumptions. She hissed, "you have them, you took them to Elyse's house I know you did, you better get them back!"

Like an innocent little rat, I didn't know how to respond, I was stupefied by her accusation. As usual, I held my tongue and did not unleash the wrath of this tiger.

— The End —