(2014)
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
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
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
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind