“Two Emotions”
It’s hard to believe,
The claim that you make,
There are just two emotions,
Of which we partake.
You say that they all,
Can simply be seen,
As two simple words,
With no in between.
If fear is defined,
As the “absence of love,”
That paints a picture,
That fits like a glove! Continue reading “Just Two Emotions?”
“I’m Ashamed of Myself”
I’m ashamed of myself,
For feeling so numb,
A bunch of kids dead,
And there’s nothing I’ve done.
I’m ashamed of myself,
For supporting gun owners,
While the bullets are flying,
There’s a call for blood donors. Continue reading “I’m Ashamed of Myself”
“Would You Rather Be Happy or Right?”
We work real hard at this one,
Avoiding talk of death,
We act like it won’t happen,
Until our final breath.
It’s not that we’re not truthful,
Yet there’s no denying,
We act like if we say the “word,”
We’ll speed up someone’s dying! Continue reading “Death Just Isn’t Real”
“Happy Sunset”
If I were to tell you,
Your life will fall short,
Of the dreams that you have,
In this happy report. Continue reading “it’s a Scientific Fact”
“That Getaway Place”
Where is the joy?
I do nothing but run,
I have emails to check,
So much to get done.
Voicemails to leave,
And more to review,
Texts from the boss,
What’s a guy sposed’ to do? Continue reading “That Getaway Place”
“Just Had a Red Dream”
It’s the road well travelled,
That everybody knows,
It’s what most people take,
Since they know where it goes.
It’s a popular road,
But I can’t comprehend it,
Why so many still use it,
I don’t recommend it.
“In Your Face and on Your Case”
We sit in our cubicles –
crowded and close,
Ten of us here,
And most quite verbose.
Some are quite helpful,
One’s rude as can be,
Obnoxious and nasty,
When talking to me. Continue reading “Cubicle Bullies”
“Possumized”
If you’re playing life safe,
Like a faking-dead possum,
Then average is fine,
But you’ll never be awesome.
“Robot Love”
No one wants to touch me,
They’re afraid I will break,
No one wants to hug me,
How much can I take?
Getting older is lonely,
All my friends dying fast,
Mom and dad are long gone,
How long can I last? Continue reading “No One Wants to Hug Me!”
“Pushin’ up Tulips”
He’s committed a crime,
And though nobody died,
For the wreckage he leaves,
You hope he’ll be tried.
It seems that too often,
He hurts with his furry,
He’s causes you pain,
Then leaves in a hurry. Continue reading “Hit and Run Friend”
“Murderous Behavior”
Damn it’s hard to keep my mouth shut and avoid judgement about smokers. Continue reading “Murderous Behavior”
As we watch each other jump for joy or vandalize the streets in celebration or annihilation of the Trump
“While Fighting Fire With Fire, we All Get Burned”
administration, it’s important to remember that in fighting fire with fire, everyone gets burned.