(2015)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair