i need to be as cheap as possible
and look as rich as possible

i need to spend as little as possible
and be as pimped out as possible

i need to be the five-dollar millionaire
and have fancy cars to brag about

i need to be the talk of the town
and have money left over

i need thrift store chains to weigh me down
and charms to bling and sparkle

i need to be razzle dazzle
and discount famous

you said you would come six years ago
but you never came.

you said that you needed some time
and i waited for you.

you said that you were almost ready
but i doubted you.

and when you said it was almost time
i just ignored you.

so you showed me five seconds of the new you
but my ears were shut

and only after you came out to the whole wide world
did i notice you again

boat floated thru the harbor alone
as boat did not need a band-aid

boat set sail for far away alone
for boat did not need a map

boat paddled thru the ocean alone
as boat did not need a helper

boat sunk into the sea alone
for boat had holes, and did not know where to go.

"i am a little speck of insignificant nothing,"
said the little speck of insignificant nothing
and the little speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what could it do, being so insignificant and little?

"i am the great big speck of meaning and purpose,"
said the great big speck of meaning and purpose
and the great big speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what needed changing, were there not problems?

we baked a **** ton of cookies
half of them tasted like ****

**** tastes like...
well, sweaty socks

On our Mother Earth, there lies a desert
a scab of sand set softly on its surface

On this here desert, there lies a tree
the sole survivor of its species

On this lonely, lurking tree, there lies a fruit
a message-in-a-bottle to no one in particular

On this rotting, hopeless fruit, there lies a fly
hoping to save sustenance and see another day

On this frantic, fuzzy fly, there lies a seed
a cry for help from the lonely, lurking tree

On this seed, there lies a thought and a wish
for someone to see
the lonely, lurking tree

drag my feelings thru the garden
make it animal style, punk it
moo juice and hot top to fill me up
DELUXE! serve it with **** on a shingle
I'm nervous pudding, cat's eyes on me
rush it, put wheels on it, echo, echo

feel like Jaynes Mayfield, need a life preserver
and a cup of joe, let it swim on a raft
it's a wet mystery down there, i'm in the weeds
radio sandwiches and rabbit food, fill er' up
stress this stress that, echo, echo

if my life was a movie
it would be classified as
slop

if my life was a game
it would be classified as
****

no significance, sure to
fall into a pit and disappear
stop

shouldn't slander myself
but I have no plot development
no future

so what should I do do I
continue to cry to the internet
throw me

a pity party please
my poetry isn't particularly
potent

this is an itemized list of all my complaints because you just won't leave me alone
1. you keep disrespecting my personal space. seriously. just stay out of my bubble
2. you brag way to much. you keep inflating yourself to some god-like figure. be humble.
3. your hair is horrendous. bro. its like a weasel took a **** and then died on your face.
4. you don't listen to me. you keep interrupting me when i speak and its making me feel worthless.
5. you stalk me. it's creepy. you're always right behind me, even in the restrooms.
6. you don't do anything. when the night comes you don't walk me home you just run away.
7. you are a shadow. when i look in the mirror i see you but i hate you. i hate you so much.
8. you look just like me. when i try to hate you i just end up hating myself. i hate you.
9. leave me alone.

gag all the loose ends
prune the plotlines
distribute the plot armor
piece together the times
and places of everything

it's time for a happy ending
where everything comes to close
so celebrate before the show ends
there might me reruns or prequels
but know that the book has finished

it's a happy ending for all
everyone is smiling
you will never see them again
it's all over
this is the end.

a conflict is a
disagreement
over something

am I conflicting
over something?

do I deserve the
respect I get from
everything else?

am I just a typo in
the song of the universe?

are my efforts in vain?

forgotten - the failure
of memory.

would that be me?

if i am a serialized stream
of bytes and bits, bound
to my body by bones
can I move myself
to another machine?

can I change clients
fix my firmware
find a new place
to call home?

if I am bourne again
will I remember everything
that I had before?

would I still be me
or just a copy

ctrl-c, ctrl-v

you
you are a *****
you tore me down
you let me rust away
again

you
you are a *****
you stole my pride
you let me disappear
again

you
you are beautiful
you keep me coming back
you let me fall for you
again

you
you should stay away
you go and leave me alone
you don't want this to happen
again

you
you are my only friend
you are my special one
you are my only person
to talk to

when the world burns down
and the red wheelbarrow rusts away
when the sky starts falling again
and the heavens collapse

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the helios grows large
and venus starts getting chills
when mercury stops to take a breath
and when saturn turns a new leaf

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the past comes back to bite
and the future staves away
when the clock starts ticking awry
and the digits dance around

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

as i bumble thru the urban jungle, i take a trip
and theres a rumble and i stumble
my humility humbled, left grumbling
is there a holistic explanation for my troubles

"shove it" would be a brute's way to put it
jumble these words til they tumble
into places proper for bourgeoisie
(like me, like me, like me)

how can i say it, its like a monkey in a suit
or a duck in a fishbowl (most fowl)
a lout without a bout of scrumptious attent
i'm a person with respect, i should bow

but my humbled humility won't back down
now i'm in a jumble, i'm in trouble
will i get mugged will i get drugged
so i mutter: "pardon me, sir"

"we hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal"
if all men are created equal
then how come

men were treated like property
always sunk into poverty
faced with such inequality
no chance for scholarly
credentials or a standing in the economy

never ever given a shot at success
stopped from owning business
or express themselves, when we try to influence
The zeitgeist of society, show signs of progress
nevertheless, we regress

the corners of the country still act like nothing has changed
generations raised on flawed principles, we need to update
and adapt to the new beat of the culture, stay sync with the tune
rhyme on the same rythym as everyone else
think different.

four of fifty people still reject me, call me a defect
because i'm an ugly splotch of paint in their reality
they call me a ******, a *****, their words reflect
their jealousy, fallacy in their faces
think different.