Poems

I've seen these forests for this tree,

'Pon zero effect of Dunning-Kruger

Biased culture's voguish contagion,

'tis never known en masse 'til later!

I'm never keeping life light,

I'll always be some sad sort

I'm sanity outside your box,

a blood lance 'pon thy wart!

This guy's poetry's out of this world,

plus, I've just got to say he's a genius 

man he's up there with Shakespeare,

I'm reading his sonnets in pure bliss

If you're living where you're at

and living where you're happy,

then I shall be thy joyful smile

fully blooming ere to meet me

I hope your axis rotation,

'tis producing big elation

and all orbital sensations

revolve well o'er creation!

There's a ton of truth 'pon our Earth

the poundage of truth 'tis subjective

Only science truth's totally converse

with planet fact absolutely objective

They'll try to put a trach tube in,

poke and prod, attach some wire

they'll do all they need and more

billing Medicare's hugely desired 

They care about me so very little,

I'm just a toe tag close to readied

I'll ne'er let their hands touch me 

yes I'll be courage focused steady

The magic inside spoken words

'tis a secret spawned 'pon Earth

the power of sane truths within

cites proof of humanity's worth

There comes a time when

no one or no thing assists

where all remaining waits

praying for oblivion's aide

Lady Gaga didn't give a fuck

about what the people think

could've backfired, it did not

so now she's artistically pink

I'm an unknown artiste

so, I needn't give a fuck,

about what masses feel

My rep remaining shite,

'pon regularity's delight

cum extraordinary steel

As age creeps and health declines,

an exasperation gurgles from pipe

my moan's simple, 'tis "fuck, Jesus"

adverb, adjective making my gripe