If I knew then what I know now

If my heart had been more open

If the moon jumped over the cow

If the little dog had spoken


If I knew then every riddle

If my eyes had been wide open

If the cat could play the fiddle

If the fun had been unbroken


If I knew then the road to seek

If my mind had been more open

If the dish and the spoon could speak

If the laughing dog had woken

Life is an unfinished work of art

A masterpiece stunningly sublime

Joy comes most in the disappearing

Getting lost in the moments of time


Life is an incomplete chef d'oeuvre

Each masterwork handcrafted from scratch

Peace comes most in the pioneering

Staying young on the thrill of the catch


Life is a rough-hewn magnum opus

An abstract and unsound tour de force

Love comes most to the undesigning

Growing old as a matter of course

The Lilly twins, one kissed by a bug, one with a bum ticker

Karma's a bitch and death is the penultimate ass-kicker

But neither twin bowed out as a bent-over arse-licker

To be remembered seems to be

A part of our anatomy

To die and then to be well missed

And thus in death to still exist


Our father said to miss him well

A cinch as far as I can tell

To live and keep alive with love

Our forebears in the stars above

So nice to see your poems again 

Fine words from deep inside your mind

A poetry which seems to me

A rare a very special kind


So nice to know you're back on track

Writing about the way you feel

It is the best part of my day

Consoling as a home-cooked meal

My twin brother Marshall once joked

Mitchell more funny than me

It makes me crack up to this day

And fills my old sad heart with glee


My younger twin brother once joshed

Mitchell more funny than me

It makes me recall with a smile

His last Baloo Bear jamboree

There is no god

God is not real

It's all a fraud

A backroom deal


There is no god

God has no plan

It's all made up

A bogeyman


There is no god

God is a lie

It's all a farce

Pie in the sky


There is no god

God has no plan

It's make-believe

As Peter Pan

I was addicted to orgasm for most of my life

Tortured by an unfillable black hole of worthlessness

Somewhere along the way the wiring in my brain got crossed

Putting me in a constant yo-yo state of mirthlessness


I was dependent on jerking off from an early age

Hooked on the transcendental stimulus of the big O

Somewhere along the way my on-and-off switch got frazzled

Leaving me in a place of never being in the know


I was strung out on self-stimulation for a lifetime

Caught in a sadomasochistic pleasure trap of pain

Somewhere along the way I went missing in a wet dream

Consuming me like tears lost in an everlasting rain

Here we are still with the living

Still thinking and taking in air

Old men hanging on for dear life

With others around who still care


Here we are still on the planet

Still loving and trying to thrive

Life forms growing old and infirm

With do-or-die wills to survive

Unsurmountable but true

Life is truth, death is truthless

There is nothing we can do

Life is meek, death is ruthless


Unconceivable but true

Life is short, death is longer

There is no chance of a coup

Life is weak, death is stronger


Unbelievable but true

Life is hope, death is hopeless

Giveaways out of the blue

Life is chic, death is noteless

Put 'em in a doomy dungeon

Deep down in the cold damp darkness

Lock 'em up in a frightful place

Rotting in pure evil starkness


Make 'em suffer chain gang torment

Way down in the pit of despair

Bind 'em to torture devices

Feeling what it's like not to care

The founding fathers attempted to make the system sound

But George Orwell found a weakness in their Animal Farm

For greedy bastards will always try to be more equal

Representative democracy is their lucky charm


The founding fathers are now rolling over in their graves

For what is happening in America is insane

The multibillionaires have taken over the farmland

And the best way to stop them is a bullet to their brain

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