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!

She's extended me so many courtesies

and I'd think she's plumb out anymore

but what of my excessive compulsion?

that's led me to walk out of love's door

A faulty man

A bad brother

A worse father

A selfish dick


A troubled soul

A born loser

A lamer duck

A toxic prick

Life is uncontrollable

Loose cannons on sinking ships

Death is inconsolable

Last rosebuds on writhing lips

See twins write

Watch words flow

Poem twin talk

Go blog go!

Look at blog, see blog grow!

Blog has life, blog is seen

Look at blog, see blog show!

Add more coal, blog gains steam

To accept something's true without proof

'tis exactly a defining moment for believe

and 'pon only modern science I do swear,

all else per my head lies through its teeth

Believe what you want

Suppose what you need

Belief is for fools

who follow one creed


Presume what you must

Daresay what you will

Pretense is for cocks

who squawk on a hill


Decide what you please

Surmise what you wish

Belief is for geese

who swallow dead fish

There are no streams of consciousness

Beyond the wide white pearly gates

No spectral glints of ghostliness

Where nothing but the blue moon waits


There are no thoughts or memories

Beyond the broad black deathly door

No gushing thoughts of gratitude

Where goose eggs hatch forevermore


There are no thrones of sanctity

Beyond the truth sound science knows

No starstruck gasps of righteousness

Where nothing but illusion goes

Life's a bumpy bittersweet ride

Death's the last lousy ticket out

Life returns what you make of it

Death removes all lingering doubt

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