They're like us, don't you know
In a less crazy way
Lost in life, on their own
In that large living way
Let them go, wish them well
That's just how the wheels turn
We had nothing to tell
And so much more to learn
Poems
Quite certain if I won millions in a state's lottery,
then you'd take some interest in talking with me
And isn't good enough it appears sending poetry,
which leads to a bad social reflection, apparently
When I sent you an email written in poem form,
'twas me communicating in thoughts about you
although not directly did I ask how you're doing,
I believed it's mention less my reach out 'tis true
When uncles send poems to nephew and nieces
I'd think you could ask yourself what would I do
to be in my sixties and still sending out limerick
while siblings' kids don't seem to care about you
One more poem, one more breath
One more sip of cream and honey
Then the pain, thoughts of death
I just hope the place is sunny
The odds of being born as human me
are about four-hundred trillion to one
Chance of having one human orgasm
becomes zero once lifetimes are done
Still here
Alive
Awake
Breathing
fresh air
Still here
Heads-up
Honed in
Feeling
aware
Still here
Alert
Anew
Snappy
drum snare
Still here
Long-lived
Washed-out
Beat-up
old bear
I peered into the mirror and eyed my corpse,
the skull resembled Pirates of the Caribbean
I reflected 'pon landscapes of my own doom,
small wonder somewhere tropically themed
When an end 'tis near and the energy's gone,
we're not able to even lift one scrawny finger
no more filling our bellies or rubbing one out,
yes, only penned sonnets forever shall linger
Hitting poetic nails on the head
Till we're not only merely
but really most sincerely dead
Here you are folks 'tis our poem of the week,
now sonneted special for a premodern freak
opining 'til blue-faced as science impossible
stuck in the past of olden facts irresponsible
My cock wants me to touch it
He's a one-eyed bird cheeping
alone in his small sad cage
My knob thinks all for himself
He's a one-eyed snake stalking
spunk for gratification
My love worm creeps secretly
He's a one-eyed slug leaching
lust for self-medication
My meat whistle begs stroking
He's a cyclops on steroids
monstrously making trouble
My skin sword must be conquered
He's a one-eyed Norse chief god
turning goodness against me
My dick wants me to feel it
He's a one-eyed jack lacking
love for his exquisite queen
