So, I woke up
this morning,
and was promptly attacked
by a Chinese martial artist
brain cell,
so I got angry
and decided
that I didn't like
my teachers,
and then
the insane Republican
brain cell,
began to shout,
"Get Busy!",
so I think
I've got
bad brain
chemistry.

Throughout my life,
I have felt crummy,
even as a child,
and for all these years,
I have been looking for
a cure for feeling crummy,
so I found one,
tonight,
since I was in
the basement,
feeling crummy,
it occurred to me
that feeling crummy
is the same feeling
as being ******
on many kinds
of recreational drugs,
and the only difference is
that we like to be ******,
but we don't like
to feel crummy,
so all I had to do
was to think
that I was ******,
instead of crummy,
and it worked!
so I became
instantly happier
and felt much better,
so that's my cure
for feeling lousy,
just think
that you are ******.

There's little in taking or giving,
  There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
  Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
  The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
  And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
  And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle--
  Would you kindly direct me to hell?

When I was young I had a net,
caught Monarchs in it, fevers.
     lemonade smiles
swang up to the winged tops
       of those tall trees on it
ran around, topsy curvy chasing falling
     making green knees,
mom didn't  like me
       all brown and green
all hot and fevered.