Poems

My twin brother Marshall once joked

Mitchell more funny than me

It makes me crack up to this day

And fills my old sad heart with glee

My younger twin brother once joshed

Mitchell more funny than me

It makes me recall with a smile

His last Baloo Bear jamboree

There is no god

God is not real

It's all a fraud

A backroom deal

There is no god

God has no plan

It's all made up

A bogeyman

There is no god

God is a lie

It's all a farce

Pie in the sky

There is no god

God has no plan

It's make-believe

As Peter Pan

I was addicted to orgasm for most of my life

Tortured by an unfillable black hole of worthlessness

Somewhere along the way the wiring in my brain got crossed

Putting me in a constant yo-yo state of mirthlessness

I was dependent on jerking off from an early age

Hooked on the transcendental stimulus of the big O

Somewhere along the way my on-and-off switch got frazzled

Leaving me in a place of never being in the know

I was strung out on self-stimulation for a lifetime

Caught in a sadomasochistic pleasure trap of pain

Somewhere along the way I went missing in a wet dream

Consuming me like tears lost in an everlasting rain

Here we are still with the living

Still thinking and taking in air

Old men hanging on for dear life

With others around who still care

Here we are still on the planet

Still loving and trying to thrive

Life forms growing old and infirm

With do-or-die wills to survive

Unsurmountable but true

Life is truth, death is truthless

There is nothing we can do

Life is meek, death is ruthless

Unconceivable but true

Life is short, death is longer

There is no chance of a coup

Life is weak, death is stronger

Unbelievable but true

Life is hope, death is hopeless

Giveaways out of the blue

Life is chic, death is noteless

If I knew the exact moment of my death

and only had one more sonnet to write

what do I pen?

LOVE

As I embrace the Universe's most important emotion

and express the magnanimous power of humanity

what do I feel?

LOVE!

While I know my being is an imperfect reflection

and I see via science the flaws of our evolution

what do I remember?

LOVE!!

Although 'tis true big picture I'm quite meaningless

because eventually Earth dies in a star's red giant

what do I live for?

LOVE!!!

Yes, at times it seems the bad guys are winning

that Homo-sapiens survives as a perfect hater

what yet do I never forget?

LOVE

Put 'em in a doomy dungeon

Deep down in the cold damp darkness

Lock 'em up in a frightful place

Rotting in pure evil starkness

Make 'em suffer chain gang torment

Way down in the pit of despair

Bind 'em to torture devices

Feeling what it's like not to care

I'd never tortured anyone before

hadn't seen it done 

although I understood what it is, yet

I thought fire might be the most excruciating

while ripping off fingernails with pliers

or smashing toes with a ball-peen hammer

also came to mind, however

I stuck with my original idea

and using a little gasoline 

I lit Chump's hand and wrist on fire

Well, he screamed like it might be

the most painful agony humanly unimaginable

then passed out as the flames hit his forearm

When Chump woke up a few minutes later

he began weeping uncontrollably 

and begging me to stop, still

I ignored his pitiful pleas for mercy

and repeated the test on his other hand, only

after crying out once like bloody murder

Chump had a heart attack and died

The founding fathers attempted to make the system sound

But George Orwell found a weakness in their Animal Farm

For greedy bastards will always try to be more equal

Representative democracy is their lucky charm

The founding fathers are now rolling over in their graves

For what is happening in America is insane

The multibillionaires have taken over the farmland

And the best way to stop them is a bullet to their brain

The drum roll claps out of the blue

Like thunderbolts on distant shores

The time has come to say goodbye

The calling card both mine and yours

The drum beat booms nightmarishly

Like rumblings hurled by Grecian gods

The time has come to bid farewell

For mortals cannot beat the odds

The paradiddle calls finis

Like last rim shots upon the snare

The time has come to let it go

The life as twins we got to share

And if my death comes suddenly, a heart attack or fall

same applies heartfelt goodbyes, here now to cover all

There'll be no communication sans atom not animate

so, whilst I can as a living man, no longer shall I wait!

I'm riding a malfunctioning elevator

that's opening before I reach the floors

leaving me hanging between stages

forcing me to see layers simultaneously

And all are quite perplexingly warped

ceiling up, walkway down, middle both

while believing I'm on the first level

I'm very fearfully falling back to the fifth