Jun 2014
My phone was down
To one percent tonight
And I’m not going to lie
I was scared.
I thought it was a sign
A sign that I might be
Running thin…..
Overexerting…..
Over indulging.
Work and liquor have been walking hand in hand down the street
Likes its 1950.
And I don’t like a lot of
People these days
Whether or not that’s because
I am reading lots of Bukowski ,
Is yet to be determined.
I think I can blame Bukowski
On the work/ liquor combo.
Maybe it’s time for a new job.
The day I quit working in an insulation factory
Was the day I finished reading “Post Office”
On my lunch break.
It was poetic.
Yet this Art Gallery
gig could be a good
Summertime tool
I am reading “Women” afterall.
And I do get to work easier hungover
Then when sober, and sleeping in.
I took a deep hard look at myself
The characters that surround
Me the places that I
Live and love and the things I like and love to do
It’s the honest truth
That I am confused
And young
And yet to evolve
And full of love
I ride in the back of trucks, on
hockey stick spoilers and broken bumpers
With long hair you can say the words like
“******”
without being ridiculed.
Kids don’t go back to school
because if I became a teacher
the world would have a few more
smarter fools and a whole
lot more kids.
Maybe as a teacher,
I could inspire, and make one percent of a difference
Or even more.
A child teaching children,
What a concept!
“Never grow up 101” and “Introduction to smiling”
If I could fufill learning to this stage,
It would be the world striking
And not the teachers.
Maybe its time for the youth of the planet
To strike back.
As an ode to the dead phone I once
Needed to recharge,
With a full battery of energy
I vow to live up to my full capacity as a tool of change
If my cell phone does to.
“Time to watch a little less Netflix and family guy kids,
lets turn on a Ted Talk, if you like them and want to be able
to outsmart those pesky grown ups, you should watch
them at home too!”
Ted Talks today’s lesson,
The peoples uprising in Egypt tomorrow.
There is a one percent chance of this happening.
To one percent tonight
And I’m not going to lie
I was scared.
I thought it was a sign
A sign that I might be
Running thin…..
Overexerting…..
Over indulging.
Work and liquor have been walking hand in hand down the street
Likes its 1950.
And I don’t like a lot of
People these days
Whether or not that’s because
I am reading lots of Bukowski ,
Is yet to be determined.
I think I can blame Bukowski
On the work/ liquor combo.
Maybe it’s time for a new job.
The day I quit working in an insulation factory
Was the day I finished reading “Post Office”
On my lunch break.
It was poetic.
Yet this Art Gallery
gig could be a good
Summertime tool
I am reading “Women” afterall.
And I do get to work easier hungover
Then when sober, and sleeping in.
I took a deep hard look at myself
The characters that surround
Me the places that I
Live and love and the things I like and love to do
It’s the honest truth
That I am confused
And young
And yet to evolve
And full of love
I ride in the back of trucks, on
hockey stick spoilers and broken bumpers
With long hair you can say the words like
“******”
without being ridiculed.
Kids don’t go back to school
because if I became a teacher
the world would have a few more
smarter fools and a whole
lot more kids.
Maybe as a teacher,
I could inspire, and make one percent of a difference
Or even more.
A child teaching children,
What a concept!
“Never grow up 101” and “Introduction to smiling”
If I could fufill learning to this stage,
It would be the world striking
And not the teachers.
Maybe its time for the youth of the planet
To strike back.
As an ode to the dead phone I once
Needed to recharge,
With a full battery of energy
I vow to live up to my full capacity as a tool of change
If my cell phone does to.
“Time to watch a little less Netflix and family guy kids,
lets turn on a Ted Talk, if you like them and want to be able
to outsmart those pesky grown ups, you should watch
them at home too!”
Ted Talks today’s lesson,
The peoples uprising in Egypt tomorrow.
There is a one percent chance of this happening.
