ToGetHer

Your breasts are perfection.
And a bounty from God.
You are the light that shines upon
My head and my heart.

We have never met.
But I will never forget
Our first caress.
Such a work of art you are.

You are the rarest beauty
That God has ever made.
If you will be my bride,
My plans will be laid.

I am lonely and shipwrecked.
We really must connect.
Or I will be full of regret.
I think you are my muse.

There is only time to lose.
We can't turn it back.
Maybe you are the piece that I lack.
Or maybe you will give me a heart attack.

Goddamn it's frustrating
That I have been waiting,
Yet don't know if it's for you.
But I don't know what else to do.

Trump

Trump is not evil.
Trump is an egotist.
Trump does not care about God.
Trump does not care about the poor.
Trump does not care about suffering.
Trump does not care about morals.
Trump cares about Trump.

Now he's running for President.
With no convictions but plenty of attitude.
Trump probably does not want to be President.
Trump just wants a shrine for his greatness.
Trump wants to be immortal.
Trump does not belong with the human race.

Trump only wants more attention.
Did I fail to mention he is going to get too much?
If he were President, he would not have freedom.
He could not say anything he wanted to say.
Even though he is obtuse and ignorant.
He could not go anywhere alone.
So who could he boast to?

And when all is said and done,
Trump would have still had his fun.
And he'd write a new book about his experience.
Or he'd find a good ghostwriter.
But that's what it's like in the good ol US of A.
Everyone can have his or her say.

Trump is the superior suit.
In cards, trump is the best.
But if we elect Trump,
We'll look like chumps.
The whole world would have been trumped.
But not in a good way.

The Ants

The ants have got it in for us.
The ants curse us and blame us.
The ants just won't obey.
The ants don't belong.
The ants are puny.
But the ants have big dreams.
The ants want to take us over.

The ants are mindless drones.
The ants run on pheremones.
The ants worship their queen.
But the ants are not hip to the scene.
They follow their leader but she's too clever.
She just sucks the life out of em.
And leaves them to wither.

The ants don't pay no mind.
They might even be blind.
The ants I used to admire.
But now I want to set em on fire.
The ants are trying to take us down.
The ants want to make us look like clowns.
The ants want to start a coup.

The ants go back to antiquity.
The ants are not afraid of us.
It's plain to see. The ants are our enemies.
The ants pay no heed.
They want us to bleed.
They want us to suffer.
And worship no other.

For Sadie

The words 'selfless', 'courageous', and 'generous'

Would never be used to describe you.

If there were were a career path

For making sure bowls were filled with food and water

And that laps were suitable for sitting on.

And yes couches, chairs, and floors as well

Then dear Sadie, you could easily get into upper management.

Your intelligence and insight in such matters is unsurpassed.

You have a genius for making your master work for free.

There is no one more gentle yet insistent.

You are a good little supervisor.

You are an unsung hero of catdom.
You fulfill your role with purr-fection.

Some might say you're anti-social.
Rather, you keep your own counsel.
When my guests arrive, you promptly leave the room.
Perhaps you don't want to pry, or there is some bird you espy.
You don't like to play with your fellows.
The word 'share' is not in your vocabulary.

You are such a great nuzzler.
For me it's a puzzler
Why you only save your warmth for me.
You make me smile my child.
Your gentle face and your feline grace.
The way you sigh when you want my attention.
That sound, I cannot do justice but I have to mention.

If there were a companion I would take to the very gates of hell,

You would accompany me every step of the way,

Till we got to the entrance,

Where you would stop, and with wise countenance,

Gently tell me, 'it's ok, you got this.'

To all the new hipsters

To all the new hipsters.
I was into comics before they were cool.
I was into  comics before you were born.
I was into horror when there was still great stuff.
I was into horror. I'm calling your bluff.

To all the new hipsters.
I was into vinyl. Why has the word become final?
Why when I paid eight bucks, you pay thirty, you know so much?
I guess I should have followed my vision,
Instead of filling you with derision.,

To all the new hipsters.
You don't know squat.
To all the new hipsters.
Youtube is cool. Facebook is not.
Yeah I'm ranting and raving.
But what I am saying is worth saving.

First impressions are always right

First impressions are always right, except sometimes no!
I am the exception to the rule.  But I am not a fool.
I just do not have the right observation it seems.
I make hasty judgments then regret them.
I do not why I lack the perspicacity.

I know I am sometimes misunderstood.
Knock on wood. But my intentions are good.
I do not know why it is so but I go with the flow.
First impressions are always right.
But not really though.
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Emotions are just another drug

Emotions are just another drug.
Maybe I just need a hug.
Or maybe I am right.
We can manufacture emotions.
We have our devices. We have our motives.
We always know how to get what we want.
On some level.

But maybe emotions are just another false expression of truth.
Maybe emotions are just another illusion.
Emotions come from the brain not from the heart.
And the mind plays tricks. The mind deceives.
Better to not feel at all.
Better to let nothing get in.
Better to be detached.

They say love is the highest emotion.
Maybe that's up for debate too?
Love is like heroin. Love is uncontrollable.
Maybe it's best not to love.
Since emotions are just a construct of the brain.
And have no empirical value.
Yep love is an illusion too.