(2014)
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
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
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily