To My Dearly Disturbed, Make them no demands And be they not In plentiful supply.

Snippets of piss with sprinklers part 2. If it’s nasty I’ll do it. You know me. Thou art the one who abuseth the light.  Wake up! Look what I did for you in the bed! Wait, get my phone . It’s on autocorrect!  How did thou art get on the text? Are you checking my phone? …

Commander. 

Regimes, Are the structures of failing titans Their Trojan horses sail the sea Their weapons we’ve already seen. The leaders we know are not the leaders They are capable of nothing but themselves. He accomplished nothing but himself The world will never understand The accumulation of deaths And celebrates the inevitable death Of this steed.

  Who caused it? Stuffed our adrenaline So much that we’ll make it To Heaven sooner? Sooner, cuz it’s Full of much more than What We want.   Heaven has too much of what we want.   Like death, life reviews Missing events and current news Of a fast-paced world Full of fury and noise.…

“Constraints. We know, we believe, We are struggling not to be a dying breed. Changes, out of constraints, Won’t be enough to hold onto If our prayer To the nasty fellow upstairs, Who we look up to Broke the mold, And we don’t want to.”    

Tattered and torn On the Subway You’ve joined the throng A temporary stop Oh boy! What’s that smell? You, my Hell. How-to books To finish them off… How to walk Down the long wee blocks A get rich quick Like Jack and Jill Nimble with lots. A politician down the hall Decreeing bad choices for…

I smiled so big that My hair fell out! My head feels funny Please keep the jokes down!   Yes I tried to die it. I can’t deny it. Are you laughing at this joke? Do you really buy it?   Some way, somehow My head I lost its touch So curly and soft Now…

            —for men named Sue   I lifted weights And my hair grew back! Those muscle curls though Almost broke my back!   I had to think So I squeezed my head It almost popped When my face turned red!   Long and shiny Headed for healing No longer bald But my arms were bleeding!…

           —-for the “Shadow Guy”   When birds chirp at night I get nervous because I don’t have the time to sleep tight. I roll over, look at my alarm clock, And fight!!   The pillow is damp My eyes are clear When morning comes I might not cheer.   Work comes in the day…