I don't feel hungry, I'm not horny
this simply cannot be a good sign
but thank goodness I woke thirsty
means old Grampy has more time
I'm in morning, with Hare Krishna
although no longer inside such sex
is this normal or somethin' malady
please check kidneys in retro specs
I can feel she's pushing me
poking me, threatening me
I sense humorous scything
in her scathing seriousness
I've a very powerful feeling
engaging me to stay beside
both of your everyday lives,
nearer dear hearts of family
It's not my fault and it's not your fault
oh but it is my dears, 'tis all our faults!
Do you think I give a fuck about you
if you don't give a fuck at all for me?
Well, my answer is yes, cos I can't
let your pain keep me from my love
So, you think I give a fucking rat's ass
yet you don't give a fucking rat's ass?
Well now my blunt truth's saying yes,
I'm not letting your hate end my love
And you think Earth don't give a shit?
Well, I assume she does and won't join
the misery you're seeing in her mirror
Yes! I let my love manifest reflectively
The title of this poem
totally does it for me,
smirking so darn hard
I'm trending Japanese!
If I'm looking for love in all the wrong places,
at least I'm still searching sanguinely for love
I'm assured life's bright, buoyant, and cheerful
I've received a confident, encouraged cheering
my expectant life is happy, hopeful, and merry
I'm idealistic, keeping the faith, and quite high
hoping I'm on top of the world upon cloud nine
a positive, promising, delightful ray of sunshine
my rose-colored cheeks staying sunny sanguine
I'm now and forever a big, rosy, trusting utopian
Thank-you, for giving baby donut
'tis well, a generous sign of peace
many years ago, now you said this
pray tell, say it once again for me
Tell me of beautiful things where you are
I can see them much better with symbols
script me Earth loves unconditional stars
inspiring poetical positives into thimbles
Tell me the tumblers are justice on wings
make promise of our Universe most good
write to me God's where a love bird sings,
triumph songs always end as they should
My legacy be poetries, I see that clearly here
writing them robustly, 'tis all I want my dear
A twist of fate now owns, each and every fear
new purposes be why, I shed ... tear
