These precious flowers
were mad with glee
Having a party
because they were free
to sway with ease
in a summer breeze
and I could have sworn
were waving at me

I am a heathen
who went vegan
and I’m not allowed to have meat
Tried the vegetable juice
and now I'm reduced
to searching for food in the street
They found me at dawn
on somebody's lawn
seasoning the boots on my feet
and to my dismay
I heard the cops say
boots are not what vegans can eat!

To be so blessed
as to sleep so sound
To sleep so sound
as to greet each day
with all it deserves
and let come what may

This man was much worse
than a spendthrift of time
unaware of what truly mattered
He wasted his words
full of worry and regret
then wore them
as clothes torn and tattered

When it’s Monday
he usually laments it
When it’s Tuesday
he usually resents it
Then, comes Wednesday
he feels better about it
So, on Thursday
he can drink about it
On the weekend
he can’t care about it
and usually ignores
his feelings about it
It’s a cycle
that repeats without end
For come Monday morning
it starts over again

Three yellow birds
have died in a cage
Canaries in the coal mine
kept miners from their wage
“Got to get down there
I’ve got a family to feed
That’s more important to me
than the air that I need
I don’t care about the danger
It’s too late for me
In another year
I won’t be around to see
more birds dying
on account of me
Just open up the mine
and let me be”



And put Vincent’s drawings
where all can see

Where does a person's feelings lie
when a child can't afford to hate?
Maybe love
turned away many times
was no longer willing to wait