I get so frustrated
I lie everyday
I get no better
I get further away
when I was younger
I thought that I still could
No one had told me
I no longer could
But, now I am older
I see that I will not
I see that I cannot
I see that I won't

It wasn't at holidays
We always had those
But sometimes a birthday
more often an 'A'

You came to the beach
but not to my games
sometimes a "well done"
on what's knew and the same

You said you were proud
but how could you be
You saw only my failures
and what you wanted to see

My everyday evils
I handled without you
What knowledge these gave
I deny it is true

I will never be sure of
what you didn't teach me
I doubt every day
what it is to be me

How often have I read a verse
then tried to write a line?
As if, through some divine reverse,
the poem, it could be mine.

But, read too many other books,
I've heard them say I do.
My mind and pen behave as crooks.
I just feel the same way, too.

A burning love,
just like a rose;
what beauty to behold.
But, try to touch it
and feel the thorns.
Much better to be cold.

What I listen to?
It's the dancing of my mind.
The rhythm, beat and solos, too
of whatever beauty I can find.

It's not always rock and roll
or Robert Palmer (though more than not)
I listen to songs now long forgot
but to me, its as if they were new.

what once was just a simple doubt
becomes a fierce and fighting trout
which swims within the river shame
well set upon the hook of blame

the hook and line lead on to fury
pulled on through life, yet have no hurry
and dreading still the day I'm landed
when upon the rocks of fate I'm stranded

apathetic and pathetic. resigned to sighs and dreams
If I only could remember, life's never exactly what it seems

Man,
Who came from monkeys,
all that time ago
has evolved today to greatness.
Well, all the textbooks tell us so.

But,
I think it is quite different,
and other primates would agree.
Life was fine before we came,
and such a time they’d like to see.

For
In our ego occupation
of other  species’ land
we say “it’s mine!” by right divine,
and yet the devil guides our hand.

Yes,
It is they that pay the price
for our destructive evolution
Objectively we hunt them down
subject them to pollution

But,
Perhaps one day far in the future
When the Earth is done with man
some primates then can try again
to bring nobility to our clan.