(2015)
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
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
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
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly