Poems

I just wanted to be right, same as everybody else

thought my beliefs were real and absolutely true

My blind spot 'twas crazy, yet I got doozy healed

now all things yet science serve as opinion stew

Fuck the experts

And the pundits

Go fuck 'em sore

Fuck the hipsters

And the hotshots

Ugh, such a snore!

Fuck the fat cats

And the phonies

Go fuck 'em cold

Fuck the fat cats

And the show-offs

Ugh, what a load!

There is no waking for the dead

No bliss après the rattle's moan

Life is a needle we must thread

Death is our ceasing cast in stone

There is no better place than this

No paradise past Heaven's gate

Life is a sweet and tender kiss

Death is our unforgiving fate

There is no waking from the crypt

No lights beyond the reaper's door

Life is a dandy destined script

Death is our end and nothing more

Life gives and takes

Life laughs and cries

Life bends and breaks

Life blooms then dies

Life peaks and falls

Life flies and flops

Life stirs and stalls

Life starts then stops

Oh, these occasions while I'm,

presently full 'pon awareness!

manifesting just science bliss

remains releasing as a fiction!

That privacy, 'tis next to piracy

links tyrant to private property

Yet pirates of public properties,

leave not peaceful place to live

Lest we forget 'tis Buddha's power!

He's just psychologically scientific

Your beliefs fly as a fictional farce!

'Pon fictions non-factually horrific

The dead don't know they lived

They do not know they came

There are no souls on high

And none consumed by flame

The dead don't know they died

They do not know they left

There are no hopes or dreams

For mortals laid to rest

The dead don't know they were

They do not know they passed

There are no promised lands

And nothing ever lasts

Oh, this is your baby, she's lovely and stout!

I'm passing along what my singing's about

oh, playing along feels so much better now

if fate tags along we'll get famous and how

This is all you get

This is what you got

Think of all you felt

And the joy it brought

This is all you have

This is what you had

Think of all you saw

And be mostly glad

This is all you are

This is what you were

Think of all you did

And sleep well monsieur

Didn't think you would see

How ill-mannered of me

It will be the last time

I commit such a crime!

You edited my poem, you've trampled on my art

but new me says that's okay, got to play my part

if even for a while, as a human being 'pon Earth

I honor your intellect, as one that came out first!