He started to write once.
A prompt 'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?'

No poem formed as time escaped him.
No inspiration arrived to complete it.
The prompt remained a prompt,
a point in time to show his arrogance.
He felt too great for the family he had.

As time escapes,
Friends drift
Skin sags
Days drag
Fun has gone.

His family. Gone.

In old age the poem is finished.

'Birthday, Christmas, socks I don't miss.
What do you even feel from a mistletoe kiss?
I'd give anything
to go back to this.'

It was only about
an hour
into our first date
that he told me
my eyes were the ocean.

It was even sooner
that I knew
his were the shore
I would always return to.

A,B,C, D E, F,G, white people are oppressing me. Q, R,S,T, U, V let's resort to name calling if you disagree. W, X,Y,Z, everyone I don't like is a Neo ****. I know I do not see what you see, so instead of calling me an Sjw , how about shut up and listen to me? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, can you please stop calling everyone a special snowflake? 9,10,11,12, both sides are arguing as the world goes to hell. 13,14,15,16, stop with the screaming it's so obscene! Old Mcdonald had a farm, they're burning the flag oh no! Islam here, black lives matter there, Trump's building a wall oh no! With a protest here and a protest there, everywhere we protest. Old Mcdonald had a farm, they punched a **** oh no! This old conservative, he was on a run. A liberal offered him a hot dog in a bun, had a raging fit for a man who's over grown. Then boycotted every store he's ever known. Goodnight America, you're a bunch of sensitive loons, there's only more to happen so let's stay tuned.