If I worked 40 hours a week
I'd still be dirt poor

Yes
I'm aware
There is no money
There is never any money
Mary

The government
Has no money

Our country is broke

There is no money
No jobs
No money

No future

And so
I will do the minimum

So put the money in
And then there will be
Money there

One day I will inherit
The moneys

I don't care
Do you ******* get it

I'm spending every moment
Of every day
The way I want to!

And I don't care
About the 'money"

Roller Coaster girl
Met ferris wheel boy on top
Kisses are star-clash

All I want is a distraction
to slow the panic rising in my chest

why are all the poems I read
about love?

I wish I could roll you up in a joint
Lick that dry paper with the wet pad of my tongue
and smoke you all day long
Your words get me high
They are so abrasive masculine and rough
I want more
Not that I'm going to tell you
Being one of the many lovestruck
Is too much for my ego
I am more of a far away observer
Immersed but distant
You're a guilty pleasure and a secret thrill
Not that you'll ever know
Because I'd rather burn far from you
Than turn to ashes in front of your
eyes
You see pretty you may be
But you're still just one of the guys

Step one:
Agree that science must be objective

Step two:
Disagree with and dismiss any objective evidence contrary to your beliefs or philosophy

Little bits of me
Constantly searching
For little bits of you
In every set of lips
I kiss.

You say that I should quit
but I just like the smoke,
because it clouds my vision
and it's because of you I choke.

I heave through every breath  
and you'll never say it's you,
because it's not my lungs;
it's that my heart is breaking too.

This came out of nowhere,
and it feels like the worst time,
but when I see your face,
time seems to slip away.

You most certainly aren’t perfect,
definitely not for me,
but when I see your face,
the words just flow out of me.

I know I will regret this one day,
and I feel like you might, too,
but when I see your face,
that day seems eons away.