Creep upto me,
And give me a hug.

Then disappear again,
If you like,
I promise I won't tell.

Let me tell you something, he said,
You've got to be happy.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise,
There ain't no other aim in the world
That you should aim for.

Anything worth doing is
Worth doing 'cos it makes you happy.

Duty! Well duty is good if being dutiful makes you happy
Love! What's the point of loving if you ain't happy doin it?
Sacrifice yourself for others! See 'duty', above.

Don't listen to the fools who'll tell you
That you don't deserve to be happy,
Or that there are better things to do.

Half of them are envious, and
The other half ignorant, of the difference
Betwixt mere pleasure ... and happiness!

You can do all the drugs in the world,
But they won't keep you happy for long.
You can earn all the money in the work,
And that won't keep you happy for long.

See, happiness is simple, but it ain't easy.

Let me tell you something, he said,
You've got to be happy.

And I'm telling you, I'm happy today!

Poking around the weeds, my back bent,
I see a shadow pass overhead. A giant stork
Moves closer, it's beady eyes regarding me
With some contempt. I pull out a bundle of grass
And hand it over; it picks it up and is off.
If only all my troubles would
Fly away like this.

This is lies! All of it!
Wait, what? You want me
To tell you how I feel?

Are you insane?
How could I
Possibly do such a thing?

Oh don't get me wrong
If course I want to
But don't you see I can't ? Don't you?

I'm shouting now, screaming,
But how am I supposed to tell you that?
With capitalization? A polite exclamation mark?

No!
It's like a silent movie
With an experimental soundtrack.

Yet if I write nothing, you will think
All is well. So I must go on, it's better to be
Misunderstood than ignored (or is it?)

Twinking city lights
Moving by faster and faster.
Red white blue yellow.
Streaking by now,
Almost a blur.
Blending into one,
As I crash

The Distant Angry Dragon and
The Mostly Odious Monster
Circled the Crazy Heroic Isolated Lonely Demon
In the kitchen.

Give me more cheese!
It said.
***** you, you
Degenerative Ugly Moronic Bastardly Ogre!
They said.

Hell Emanates Lonely People, Most Excitedly.

When I was young I thought
I would be like Alexander.
Defeating the armies of Babylon,
Going to the ends of the earth.

Instead, I extend my feeble empire
Over half an office desk,
Praying each day to be freed
From this drudgery.

Sisyphus would envy me.
At least he had pause,
Between his repetitions.
I answer email, again.

What enjoyable punishment, this!
Getting your liver picked at
Is for lesser heroes, I
Have to pick out a reality show for today.

Stay tuned, my friends.

Hey!
How're you doing today?
I have to say
(If I may)
That I intend to write a poem every day!
"What?!", you say,
"That's baloney!
There aren't that many poems to be found anyway!"
Oh yay,
Indeed there are, more than all the stars in the skay,
(You'll note a bit of poetic license there)
If there's anything I've learnt it's to never say nay.
Infinite poems exist, you can keep counting away,
But a considerable more that don't rhyme.

The beast is alternately me and in me.
Sometimes I act like him, sometimes
I act under his influence.

He leads me to green pastures.
He makes me lie down in the still grass,
And pull my victims down.

Down, down, to the earth below,
Where I deliver them to him.

There he hungrily devours them,
While I stand hungry and tired.

When will I get to deliver him ?