It's OK
I don't need your attention
Or support
I'm not falling apart
You can not entertain yourself
With the puzzle of me
I'm not needy
So I guess I don't make you feel
Necessary
I'm not a person with a
Sad ego
Who can make you feel content about your ego
I'm not academically challenged
For you to  gain satisfaction from teaching me
In fact
I'm probably smarter than you
Do you need my attention
Or support?

I'm gonna wave my freak flag high
Right until the day I die
I'll be dancing in the nursing home
Probably clothed
And likely alone
But I'll be keeping to my groove
And get those old geezers to move

I think I might blink with a sarcastic tone

It's not his fault
He can't be
The man I wish he was

There are times
When non-English speakers have
Specific similarities in the
Way they interpret English
I notice it most in Asian cultures
And it forms a Kaleidoscope of English
That is, to me
Beautiful to see

The greatest treasure
You can give
Anyone
And everyone
Is to accept them
For who they are

Nobody talks about race anymore
And in a way
I wish we could open the conversation
Because racism is there
But we all pretend it is not
I would rather we could
See it
We allow racism to maintain
By keeping it in the shadows

You went so far out of your way to insult me
I couldn't help but take it as a compliment

Silence can say more than too many words.
It's not what you said
It's what people heard
When you speak through silence
You're not misunderstood
But there will always be someone
Who finds volume good

I'd invite anyone
Who's experienced this phenomenon
To come forward and tell me I'm wrong
You can pull that wishbone apart
And get the bigger half
But your wish will never come true
A waste of time to even ask

I tell my kids
If they ever die in a car accident
And they weren't wearing a seatbelt
I'm gonna give their corpse
The belt, alright
Right in front of witnesses
If I have to

My reaction is to your poem
The poem I am reacting to
Before leaving a comment
I'm not gonna read
All your other poems
To know what kind of person you are
Your reaction to my reaction is unreasonable

When it was good
It was The Best
But
It was bad, too
I can't deal with bad
When it's coming from
Any boy
Even That Boy

The one we worship
Would routinely
Wash other people's feet

I've never been in the same state
As that boy
But I feel his presence
Whereover
And
Allever
How can it be
That boy
Means so much to me

The emergency room will still send a bill if the patient dies.
You don't get a refund if the plane falls out of the skies
Nobody enforces if the psychic lies
Contracts aren't binding in matrimonial ties
I'm not sure fast food uses potatoes in their French fries
If you see it on tv
It is probably lies
All obvious truths to anybody with eyes

His brain was so much more beautiful
Than his personality

We don't want to be led
But we love being
Entertained

I am such a baddass
I could list
My reasons
But girls would get ******

Beware to females
Who commit the heinous crime
Of  admitting they like themselves

Please mister,
Don't try to save me
I'm not your damsel in distress
I'm a kick *** vaginad gladiator
Who happens to be having a bad day

I can't believe you people are making me defend
This *******
Donald Trump is in no way responsible for any shooting
You're blaming him
We should be blaming us
We're the demented society
That makes people feel so
Angry and powerless
They make a hold at a twisted branch
On a futile climb
Up a crooked tree
And we stand around watching
Pretending to ignore
Like the scene is invisible
We are just as responsible for this
As any politician

Watch out folks
We've got an uppity
Holier than you
Who seems to think he's got the right
To regulate what you do
Apparently he insists
None of us should post
Unless we've studied the poets
That he likes the most
Now, I'll admit, his taste is fine
And his choice of poets good
But knowing classic poetry
Is not what makes a poet, or should
Poetry has nothing to do
With all the poems you know
It's entirely about what's in your soul, and how you can make it show
So write, write, write
And share, share, share
Even if you've never read
Any single poet, except the one living in your head.

Yes, I heard your apology
You foolish, foolish kid
Don't you know the best apology
Is one you never have to give

I am a dog, my name is Lulu
My owner keeps putting me in this pink tutu
All the other dogs,
They laugh and they scorn
It's the dumbest dog outfit
That's ever been worn

Father's day
For me
Is all about you

Our friendship got caught in a
Hurricane
That, ironically
Bore your name
Since then, you've been lost at sea
I, too
Am reluctantly free

Here comes the bandwagon
Shiny and new
Every one on it
Is waving at you

Some souls
Are kick-***
Unbreakable
And mighty
Others want sympathy
While cutting your psyche
Sometimes
It's the choice between
Unbreakable
And
Always broken

FFUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!

Throughout history, humankind has made little more than fairytales into deities.  In fact, the most advanced civilizations have done this.  I'm not saying that's what we're doing now, but it wouldn't be the first.

There is that incredible
Dance
Between two people
Who know
They are never going to have ***
Together
But always wish they could

I would love your attitude
If I thought it was true
I've never known someone
Faker than you
But each has their own
And your mask is your pride
You think it's invisible
Yet behind it, you hide

At least, it's how I feel, but I think the public (us) agrees.  Please do not send me a private message, telling me about what you thought about my comment on your poem, without even telling me which poem you are talking about.  I'm not keeping a personal log of comments.

When I started writing poetry
We used notebooks

One day, there will likely be a Race
Reassignment surgery
And of course
It will cause an
Uproar
At first
But soon
Humanity will understand
Race is a state of mind
Not an outward
Appearance

I know a person
Who began doing ****** with her son
She seems to be
Going to live forever
She used to be a great person
But now
People pretend they are not home when she comes around
I am a person
Who smokes *** with my kids
And I'll drink alcohol
Too
And let me tell you
Some people are real *******
When you add alcohol
I'm not sure why there's a line
Of illegality
With drugs
The worst drug of all
Is tobacco
And I love to smoke
I'm a hott mess
But drugs
In general
Are a hott mess
Because clearly
We've been dealing with it
Inappropriately
Who can blame us?
Drugs are irrational
It is considered a mental
Illness
Drug addiction
(That might be no longer true
But it used to be)

The one is
One whom with you can have
On a regular basis
A conversation
That feels
Epic

God Loves Water
She displays Her miracles
Through water
She clears mistakes
Away
With water
God probably lets more whales Into Heaven
Than She does
People

Bo Derek would have
Caught huge flack
For her style in
"Ten"
If cultural appropriation
Was offensive
At the time

Spending an afternoon with you
Feels like drinking a gallon of
Maple Syrup
In one sitting

The delusions of humanity
All the turns and twists
As we sit here aghast and shocked
The casting couch exists

That poet, Jason James, has come perilously close to threatening me in a private message, and now I can't respond, or see his page.  
But apparently, I "best shut my mouth."  Not sure what he meant by that, but I'm not shutting my mouth.

So many boys
With beautiful minds
This place is like
My *******

When the baby has a fever
So bad
His shadow is sweating

He willingly walked into my branding iron.

I see you going after him
Flirtacous, bubbly
Gettin' under his skin
All well and good
He goes home to his wife
You're a temporary distraction
From his partner for life
It's a lonely existence
Though you can pretend
Honey, that marriage
Ain't gonna end

Back in the day
Church was the first
And only
Social media

Where you at, Boo
How do you not feel me calling for you
All the inferences that we drew
Answer the call, make me brand new
If only you figure out
That you are you

He's the guy attracted to
The girls who are
Broken
He wants to be the knight in
Shining armor
Rescuing the fair maiden
From her misery
He will not accept
He is broken
Too

It's not that I don't have a response
It's that my brain couldn't settle upon one wise-*** retort
And I had enough time to realize I was in ******* mode
The mature, adult in me
Is gonna let it slide