Poems

If I drop dead today,

how delighted I'll be

I wrote all this verse!

Oh mirror, mirror on my wall

who's the most important all?

With every child I see priority

each adult, simple equanimity

Inventories,

are the keys.

So, you don't care 'bout me?

That's a bipolar, bullshit lie!

Time for a reboot my friend,

an end to the narcissist's cry

My life's the honey sweet poem

I'm all her maple syrup sonnets

You're all that I have now

you're each plush enough

I'll wear everyone sweetly

'til I'm worn down to dust

One of narcissistic personality disorder's

big symptoms is reacting with contempt,

belittling another to make self feel better

I'm thinking you're my brother, I love you

Don't forget to look at the feet

all simian and ground do meet

swept off obeisant bow to thee

hailing good hope of humanity

When I heard from you today

a wispy weep flew to my peep

in ecstatically delightful ways

your writ tugs within me deep

Ruminating zie all

each and every day

hir family's totality

In faithful memory

'pon forget xem nix

solely zir loving ver

To every good dad out there,

for yes reasons at everything

doting care upon all children

through thickly's and thinly's

not mattering why's and what

sincere I give low bow to thee,

as Middle Earth unto Hobbits!

To fully understand how joys

can be lulled from facial sails,

makes inquiries of the joyless.