My thoughts They can get scary It's threats, more often than not, not empty It's hard to convey what they say They whisper a fray of cliche self hate with 41 years to work it's way to this level of decay It's all consuming, engulfing then removing positivity 'til it's so scarce I'm left to pretend mostly A sparse landscape of depravity naturally Clear cut to make way for the fear factory The soul fractures, now solely fear so to ward off lonely I let it stay Not knowing how to play Leaves me in the dark on what's at play
My thoughts They aren't worth a penny My two cents is free I'd pay you to take them all completely Is there a chance it gets messy? Abso-freakin-lutely But oh what a hero you could be Imagine it up on a marquee, shining brightly "Some dumb fuuck, a heros story" (A family movie) I'll be the monkey in the middle, come meet me Come greet me and see purgatory, my state of temporary suffering and predetermined misery What I'm forced to portray is only done cause I must obey or pay some ******* up penalty Knowing I am the game and the prey, feeding a self-righteous gluttony How much more do you want from me? How much more must I contort for thee?
Approaching customs, my father slowed the car. "Time to eat! he said, and pulled us to the side. He'd bought peaches from a fruit stand, Forgotten they'd never cross the border.
Never one to waste, his plan unfolded. We stood beside the car, peach juice Trickling down our arms, Falling at our elbows, Gorging a delicacy turned to glut, Making memories of forced generosity, Gluttons of fruit, victims of parsimony.
My mother knew what was coming: The cramps we kids would have From smuggling peaches In stretched bellies Into Canada.
1968 or '74. One of two vacations to Banff, Canada....
There was a young man who was obese. He ate too much and now he's deceased. He went to his favorite restaurants and ate a lot of food every day. He died at the age of thirty and it's not surprising that he passed away. His family told him that his gluttony might prove fatal and they begged him to go on a diet. Even though they told him over and over that his obesity might end his life, he didn't buy it. One evening when he was through eating, he had a massive heart attack and hit the floor. He died instantly and his wife and children grieve because their patriarch isn't alive anymore. He scoffed at the idea if dieting and he suffered a horrible fate. He might not have died if he had made an effort to lose weight.