This is bad, this is ugly
This is what they want to hear
This is it, this precisely
Giving in to hate and fear
This is sad, this is lonely
This is what they came to see
This is it, this exactly
Thinking we will disagree
This is mad, this is telling
This is what they want to find
This is it, this expressly
Leaving love and hope behind
Astigmatism fog, like a starving hog, in a shrouded bog, ravenous and murderous
astigmatism fog, like rabid dogs, assassin pirate's grog, dangerous and poisonous!
My mind is playing tricks on me
Making me think that I'm at war
One callous carping stink eye stare
How hot blood boils in every pore!
My mind is playing tricks on me
Shanghaiing my serenity
One snide and disrespectful word
How mad marches obscenity!
My mind is playing tricks on me
Telling me that there can be no peace
One riled and reckless battle cry
How sad the duels that never cease!
We are orbiting, orbiting
And we are rushing, rushing on
We are striving, striving, striving
Bare tiny beasties quickly gone
We are hurtling, hurtling
And we are spinning, spinning too
We are dying, dying, dying
Mere short-lived mortals passing through
We are circling, circling
And we are speeding, speeding by
We are dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Brief noble bipeds aiming high
Try to leave the world a little better
Not just for your loved ones but for others
Try to make the world a bit more easeful
For all future fathers and their mothers
Try to see the truth in facts and science
Not in untrue myths and misconceptions
Try to come to terms with your destruction
For death is nothingness no exceptions
Try to let your actions do the talking
Not only for yourself but for mankind
Try to see the goodness in all people
For peace on earth is ours if so inclined
We all deserve one chance at life
To love and learn a thing or two
Life can be short and so unfair
Some get more time than others do
We all deserve one shot at life
To win and lose and roll the dice
Life can be cruel and so unkind
Some turn out mean and others nice
We all deserve one turn at life
To play and fight and let things go
Life can be glad and so sublime
Some have no clue and others know
We had our entire lives ahead of us
Our pictures as mint as Dorian Gray
But somehow our genes got the best of us
And our potential as twins got away
We had our entire lives ahead of us
Our futures as bright as binary stars
But somehow our flaws got ahold of us
And our misjudgments left so many scars
We had our entire lives ahead of us
Our prospects as vast as the deep blue sea
But somehow our dreams got the worst of us
And our naivete would not let them be
One of the Van Arsdale twins died
Dick not Tom he was eighty-one
He had heart and kidney failure
But still had a wonderful run
I wonder how Tom is doing
What it feels like to lose your twin
They spent their whole lives together
But one must take death on the chin
They were true NBA legends
The first twins to play in the club
They lived a hoop dream fairy tale
Though playing at times as a scrub
Later in life they were artists
Oil painting the key to their bliss
When Dick held up two joined fingers
And said with a wink, "We're like this."
The word God's obsolete, like Mary Poppins's chimney sweep,
The noun God's purely fiction, as is unscientific contradiction
The verb God's what's heretical, the Holy Grail of nonsensical
The object God's out of style, like a burned witch's Salem trial,
The old God Myth's are things of the past, and they won't last!
Am I a poet if I pen a hundred poems?
A thousand? Ten-thousand? Twenty-thousand?
Do binge written sonnets still count?
Am I a poet if my poems are no good?
When is a person who scribes an ode a poet?
Are all human beings naturally rhymers?
Does saying I'm a poet make me one?
When is a poet a poet, and how do they know it?
We used this pan to cook our eggs
when we were still alive
we bought that car in '83
and went for some long drives
This is the corner where we ate
and that's their wedding church
remember that time we bought some herb?
Man, this memory hurts
We wore those suits flying to Anchorage
when we were just nineteen
where's that time I remembered most?
'Tis here inside this dream
