There was a panda in my bed last night
I did not notice while I was asleep
When I awoke the panda screamed in fright
He hit his head and he began to weep
"Oh my dear panda, why are you in tears?
I'm sorry I made you hit your poor head
A panda, that is sad is in my fears
And thusly your sorrow makes my heart lead
The panda arose to glance at the door
Then he ripped the blankets out from my hand
I guess he cared not to talk to me more
So I attempted to await command
But wretched bear took a bite of my spine
And then on my entrails panda did dine

Depression is the contagion
I'm allowing to seep back in

Snap my neck, you *****
You've done it once before

I am not an artist
Nor a house
Nor a saint
Nor the devil
Nor a god
Nor an author
Nor a good lover, advisor, role model or idol

I am what is left over after a large meal:
Soiled plates and napkins
And a steaming pile of ****

I despise haikus
With all the passion present
(Except the good ones)

I pushed myself into my own
Grave
And buried myself alive
Someone had to have the guts
To do it

I've been sitting on the fence too long
Too long have I allowed myself
The luxury of not committing
Of simply sitting
Sitting on the fence

I must commit to something
Anything but myself
For I am too far gone
An untamed lawn
Filled with broken bottles

Left or right in or out up or down
Where do my loyalties lie?
Some days I want war
But an oath I swore
To be a pacifist eternal