It shouldn't be about the likes you get
In what you have to say
Or a popularity contest
Where you up and win your share of praise

It should be a bit of wisdom
A tad of take away
A valuable life lesson
One that brings about a change

It shouldn't be about the hits and clicks
That go to make your day
Or the many arguments
Just so you can have your say

Where went the excitement
The camaraderie
Instead of the enticement
Being hell bent on destroying

It shouldn't be the gotcha moment
We all keep looking for
No one really wants it
This ugliness of back and forth

It should be for sharing our lives and times
And of course, cat videos  
Can we please get back to playing nice
On the many things we post

I have a friend
who's hidden in
the back of his house
and never comes out
he's afraid
he'll give away
if nothing else
a part of himself
I have this friend
who is convinced
if he does
there won't be enough
to get through
what he needs to
if he decides
to come outside
with doors locked
that's where he'll rot
this friend of mine
who hides inside
the back of his house
with no thought about
what he could do
if he would choose
to come outside
and enjoy the view

bury me
neath the old oak tree
or an open field
if you feel the need
or leave me lay
where you found me
on the day
you bury me

bury me
in a pauper's grave
or a rich man's plot
on any given day
either way
would be okay
I'd have no say
where you bury me

bury me
along a straightened path
so, I can see
what lays ahead
six feet deep
my final rest
that is all
that needs be said
when you bury me

Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the years that followed
I came to learn how much he meant
To this world in its great need
And how well that time was spent

He preached of equality he preached of peace
As he spoke of man as one
He marched his way down city streets
Facing adversity with the face of love

He was done with all the hatred
That fills so many lives
To him color was a vision
Of equality in his eyes

A life so young a life cut short
By the wicked in us all
Will you stand with me and follow him
Will you heed his righteous call

To call every man your brother
The way Martin Luther King Jr. did
To keep the vision of this visionary alive
A reality in which all mankind should live

I know you are but what am I
Wins an argument every time
There's never been a better come back line
In your arsenal you can find
I know you are but what am I

Your mother wears combat boots
Are words you can choose to get their goose
Whether or not it is true
Nothing more that you need do
Than to state your mother wears combat boots

I am rubber you are glue
Whatever bounces off me sticks to you
Is a great line for you to choose
If they're throwing insults back at you
I am rubber you are glue

You're a gray sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake
Can just about ruin the sweetest of days
They know what you mean and hear what you say
When you throw that little bit of ditty their way
You're a gray sprinkle on a rainbow cake

It takes one to know one
Will pretty much get the job done
Standing still or on the run
From the hip with your insult gun
Not a better one than, it takes one to know one

There's too much of nothing
In the muddled minds of men
And if you want to know a well-known secret
For years now we've struggled to understand

Try and pass ourselves off as geniuses
What could be further from the truth
When all we are, are minions
That say and do what they tell us to

There's too much of nothing
That keeps getting passed around
Who is there among us
That in their head there's not a hollow sound

Chaulk one up for our side
But who is even oddly keeping score
On the latest diatribe
Tell me something I don't know

There's too much of nothing
Behind this frown that's going down
We're all good at juggling
Misfit kit and caboodle of circus clowns

On this latest craze, save the date
Never giving it a rest
When too much of nothing
Is the thing that we do best

fool me
fool you
what is fake
where’s the truth
what are we
suppose to do
with the crowd
we listen to

fool me once
fool you twice
taking good
and bad advice
covered ears
covered eyes
as the mouth
spews the lies

fool the right
fool the left
individual
or in mass
make their beds
inside their heads
wake with hate
be our guest

who’s fooling who…
care to guess?