Bout

Bunch your hand into a fist
Squeeze your knuckles tight
Bare it there above the wrist
So willingness to fight
Is advertised for all to see
Get ready for round three!

Ethic

I tried for a while
But now I’ve had enough
Don’t like my style?
We all got it tough

I do what I must
And I do it quite well
So leave me or just
Go straight to hell!

Adulterated

Whatever they exaggerate
Is their attempt to imitate
That which they can never be
Regardless how much therapy
They force their bodies to endure
For plastic’s fake, but truth is pure.

Remittance

Who would take a tree that respires
Fell it, skin it, drape it with wires?
Sounds like something the greedy sort
Would force on those they'd soon extort

The moguls that designed the grid
Have made so much from what they did
That now they feel they own us all
It’s time to make some towers fall

These endless lines conveying juice
Could be repurposed for a noose
And every pole along the road
Would help us give them what they’re owed.

Unbearable

A germophobic polar bear
Couldn’t pole dance, wouldn’t dare
Too afraid of what he'd catch
For massive claws to ever latch
Upon that stainless rod and jeer

The Eskimos tell ancient tales
Of hunting walrus, seals and whales
But they could never quite foresee
A future where a bear would be
More afraid of microbes than a spear.

57 Sauce

I deal with dread
As it draws near
How time has sped
Another year?
But I won’t shed
One single tear
Let’s try instead
An ice cold beer.

On Deck

The outfield looks just like a lake
The diamond, a daunting moat
I hope the boys of summer make
Sure that horsehide can float.

Unnatural

Silicone reins
Pull on our brains
Making quite sure the machine maintains
Control of our lot
Oh, you think not?
Has your device asked if you’re the robot?

Data defines
Dulls the designs
Of those who are bred without spirits or spines
Until they replace
Delete with no trace
Every last vestige of God’s saving grace.

Mode

If your ears control your hands
You’re someone who understands
That discipline and heart are key
When seeking virtuosity.

Bang

Are any of us as deft
As we dream ourselves to be
Encumbered by the heft
Of our hung humility

Whenever we fall short
We reach again despite
The damaging report
From a shot that just pulled right.

Volumes

Turn it up some more
My windows haven’t shattered yet
For someone billed as poor
The price of your gear would put me in debt
And best of all it’s in your car
So you can blast it near and far
While cursing America, who'd have guessed
It must be tough being so repressed.

Edgy

Those that scream to decide
Aren’t the best people to pick
Petty purveyors of pride
They’re not confused, just sick

It seems the more ailments you list
The more you’re entitled to rage
There’s a reason that margins exist
So everyone fits on the page

We can’t base our everyday norms
On the whims of the mentally ill
A mindless fanatic conforms
The logical fight for free will.

Relevance

This is where I am
This is what I’m doin’
I never gave a damn
If my life fell to ruin
And it shows

I laugh at where I was
And what I was thinking
Amused with myself because
I didn’t have an inkling
So it goes.

He's Friendly

It was freezing at dawn:
Chico chased a Robin off the lawn
He barked until it was gone
I hope spring has not withdrawn.

Growing Season

When tulips are red
They plant in my head
A kiss reminiscent of spring—
It’s fragrant and warm
Enhancing my form
With the promise that winter can’t bring.