Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse