(2015)
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack