Revisited

Inundated
Frustrated
Just about
Exasperated
You should have been
More motivated
But as usual
You waited.

Completely irked
The universe smirked
Every nerve
Is overworked
Momentum stilled
When rudely jerked
By woes you never
Should have shirked.

Clip

How do you make vermin behave?
Put a camera across from their cage
So you can download and save
Proof of the war that THEY wage
And serpents that bribe them for votes
Can swallow the shit in their throats.

Violated

Innocence,
idyllically pristine
till ravaged by
the merciless machine
that forces itself
into every single pore
sadistically whispering
You know you want more.
Can no one help
this wide-eyed waif
to once again
be safe?

Invalidating

To reach your full potential
You must be deferential
Then they will allow you
To think that you’re essential

Once you prove you're pliable
They roll out the reliable
Restrictions so the rights you knew
Are no longer viable.

Please Call Me Baby

I love when you whisper my name
But it just isn’t the same
As when you call me Baby and I melt
From all the extra lovin’ that I felt

Please call me baby
Oh won’t you please
I'd settle for a maybe
To make me weak in the knees
Please call me baby
Oh won’t you please
Please call me baby
When you’re givin’ me a little squeeze

Oh won’t you pick up the phone
I am sitting here all alone
We should be having a fling
I’m waiting for you to make my bell ring

Rapacious

Whatever they give you for free
Is sure to cost something, you see
Governmental gluttony guaranteed
To be subject to the governors’ greed.

Seasonality

Petunia looks pallid this cool summer morn
Morose, for the specter of frost
Has scared off the temperance this season had borne
And now she laments what was lost

The sumac are sullen and robin treads eggs
No feathers will be ruffled here
A stiffness has taken control of my legs
It’s obvious winter is near.

DEFCON 1

When I blow
Everyone will know
The mushroom cloud
Will form a shroud
That blots the sun
You better run!

Catty

Very few do their own thing
The one takeaway I bring
They claim they’re unique
But follow the meek
Like a kitten that clings to a string

I'm not that kind of a guy
Obsessed with the concept of Why?
Though feel I must say
The independent way
Can be a lonely living to ply.

Hiatus

My aim to not complain
Seems to be in vain
For all I want to do is screeeam like I’m insane

I know that life’s not fair
But as of late despair
Is hell bent on giving me more than my fair share

Though quitting's not my style
And I’m not finished by a mile
It’s safe to say— I've had enough for a while.

Butt Heads

Every drag destroys
More flesh and future joys
Considering the price folks pay
You'd think they’d give them away.

Watchers

We observe this fledgling race
And all their quaint attempts at grace
From high above their mortal sphere
Forbidden to ever interfere

Our job is simply to record
The follies of this hapless horde
Along with any that disperse
Across the endless universe

So many cultures come and go
An epoch ends before you know
For history is never still
We’ve always been and always will.

TV Land

Looking less human than ever
These creatures that think they’re so clever
Confound those unable to see
That nothing’s what it seems to be.

Deluded

When taught what is true
We learn to be strong
For all that lies do
Is bolster the throng
An outcome the few
Have sought all along.

What a Looker

I need a subject
For a night of bliss
That doesn’t suspect
Anything's amiss

With gorgeous eyes
So life’s less a bore
To read me lines
I can’t see anymore.