I made it down
To the local park

Got my small blue bag
And yoga mat

First I lay against the tree
And then On the dirt mound

In each position I was elevated
Like a natural lounge chair

As I lay against the tree
I watched two women do
Their workout
With kettlebells

A group of young men
Talking about twitter
And Instagram
Loud and obnoxious
Ignorant

As I try to write this poem
Fox news in the background

From the park I
Drove down to the library
Parked there

Walked down the street
And as I walked back
Saw a young woman
With what her son
I think

She was about my age
I wish things were different

And that maybe I knew her
And we could relax together
And have lunch

Or just take a nap together
I don't even want ***

But it's just more of the same

And I began to think
Of human life
As all some
Stupid joke

And Jesus is my savior
And I'm a Christian

But being alone all the time
Well, it can grow a bit wearisome

I used to see a therapist
Who was kind
She was fun

Young Americans
Are Isolated

I want judgment
To come soon
I am tired of waiting

I want this wicked nation
To pay for its sins
This corrupt land
This Sinful nation

To be judged
To feel the wrath
Of an Almighty God

American dollars
Are worthless
Worthless!

And I'd like to say hello
To all the kind women
Out there
On this site
That I never got to meet
Or hug

I'd like to hug you

The body is a burden
This life is burdensome
It drags on.............................

This country will be in ruins
Soon enough
You will reap what
You sew America!