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Poet Idiot

It was gone in a flash
The thought I thunk was faded
My thinker denigrated
Leaving me to mourn the loss

But they always expect so much
Thinking me a poet laureate
When I’m just a poet idiot
However did they get that idea…

And now the words won’t come
Leaving me in frustration
At my mental masturbation
Longing for that glad release

Of thoughts that come unbidden
Yet they still remain inside
Where my fantasies reside
And it seems I’ve lost the key

Now I’m left with glitz and flash
Mourning my artistic loss
For the words don’t mean as much
Wrapped around a clichéd idea
When creativity doesn’t come
Though it’s burning for release
But that block has come, unbidden
I’m still searching for that key

My Only Heir

Circling further into despair

Apathy's hold, lost will to care
On disinterest's shores I'll meet you there

My discontent had wrought in me
A painful, wracking malady
That left me numb and set me free
From sympathetic friends who'd stare

And as I circle down I find
A certain calming peace of mind
For all the sorrows left behind
Can't harm me - I refuse to care

Yet still my apathetic heart
Cannot escape the poisoned dart
Of doubt that starts to rip apart
The walls I've built to keep me here

So safe within my pain's cocoon
I feel the end - it's coming soon
A much anticipated boon
The answer to my nightly prayer

For when my soul at last takes flight
I'll fade into the darkling night
No more my fears to bring to light
The sorrow left - my only heir

One of a Kind

Knock knock knock

All the numbers on the clock
Telling me I gotta stop
But the man
From Japan
Told me, “Son I got a plan!
Take your demon by the hand
Catch a glimpse of promised land!”

Yo yo yo
See the hussie, see the ho
She can take ya pretty low
But the boy
From La Choy
Said to live my life, enjoy
So her body I’ll employ
Like a baby with a toy

When when when
Will the preacher man pretend
He’s my mentor, he’s my friend
But the gally
Known as Sally
Said that we’ve all got to rally
Take a count, take a tally
She’s my newest, bestest pally

Pain pain pain
Feel it fall, feel it rain
It is coming on again
But the bitch
In the ditch
Had a gimmick, had a twitch
Watch her hands, bait and switch
Applauding all her petty tricks

You you you
Know exactly what to do
Let’s remember, let’s review
You’re the man
Get a plan
Try your best to understand
Try to lend your fellow man
Just a simple helping hand

Stop stop stop
Stop the droning of the clock
Take the time to just take stock
Only then
We’ll begin
To prioritize, amend
What we thought to comprehend
It’s all relative, my friend

So so so
See a bum, see a ho
Just don’t think of them as low
For when you
Walk their shoes
You can share their troubled blues
Maybe share their jaded views
Then you’ll realize the truth

We we we
Are a simple pumping beat
From a life out on the street
Let us find
In our mind
That we all must stop, rewind
Take it down a notch, unwind
For we’re all one of a kind

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