Who wouldn't want a Lexus?
Not the one with four wheels, silly
The brazen, sweet-talking girl from Philly
You could own a hundred thousand or a Milly
It wouldn't make a difference
We all should get a glimmer of romantic inference
Once a in a day
It keeps some of the stress away
Little do you know
That the influence you bestow
Can really implement change in a heart
Watch as these oxidizing effects tear itself apart
I'm waiting for your misery to depart
Like a New York City train
She spends her weeknights crying over something so trivial
Pour her self-doubts down the drain
Where it belongs
In the sewer
Because the only man that truly deserves her
Would still be with her when her last option is staying in the sewer
Somebody get with Lexus
And make her feel the elation we've always wanted her to feel
Genuine.

The best figment of the imagination
Is the one where the dreams are actually real
The pessimists line up
Like it's Black Tuesday
To tell you otherwise
Because they've been followed by Pennywise
All their lives
And they can't seem to lose him for good

You want to know the state of America?
I know a twenty-five year old Syrian male
Getting grey hairs
From all the stress
He has endured.

Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?

which of your thousands of poems do you love best?

*that's like asking which of my children I love the best...

all of them were necessary, all of them were important...

some, more than others,
necessary, important...

but all of them were, are and will be
my children...

She prays at night for somebody to love her
He prays at night that she'll end with him for the rest of his life

Never estimate your worth
You are not a calculator
You mean something to someone
Or many!

Regardless of how it intense the fires get
I want you to never forget
That you are worth something.

So many want to be painted like the French Girls
But I've painted you with Angels inside my eyes
Isn't that a million times better?
Don't get me wrong, French girls have it going on
But I like to think you have that charm and purity of the Heavens above.
Anything that interrupts your happiness will see a wreaking havoc come down on them
There's an art for elation and rage.