Twenty-five words to say what I love about you?
No problem, it’s a cinch.
I love every inch!
His narcissism’s off the charts
Only psychos say he’s got smarts
This china shop bull
Sells shopping carts full
Of shlock from his rear-facing parts
Summersaulting on the clouds of time
Makes me thirsty for yesterday’s old ones
They were the best; their laps were soft.
Kindness was their middle name.
Their first name polite.
No one said, “no problem”.
They said, “You are welcome”.
“No problem” to me means “you are not really welcome”.
My mind growls and snarls every time I hear it.
Curtseys are weird, and never looked right.
I do not go in for genuflecting either.
Because I am not of that religious persuasion.
Then of course I might flex.
I am doing cartwheels now, reaching my toes toward Jupiter
Showing the gods and goddesses I am limber enough to show them up
They scoff at my antics, sneering at my enthusiasm.
I care not, for I am in my own world
Still steaming over “no problem”
which I guess is one.
Problems are stones
Thrown at me
I pick them
To throw back
It is okay to sob sometime, when i find the sky above my head is not clementine. It is pouring love by shedding little and crying. My heart is beating little more and feeling divine. Missing him like i am no more mine.
Sore fingers are no problem
I can work around them
High ho High Hey!
Ouch! Typing hurts a lot
I can do other things
I give my hand a quick squeeze
No worries I tell her
Until I try to tie my shoes
Double ouch!
There is no problem with overcrowded prisons
Don’t worry
All the jails are overcrowded
You have to make a reservation
These days
Go for one more traffic violation
Indulge in your crimes
Bring a cushion
When it is your turn
And the waiting is over
When all the prisoners stare at you
You know you are at home
A rainy day?
At heart I'm gay
I can still play
Until see a sun ray!
Life seems a never ending struggle, or times of loss.
From our own iniquities will our youth pay the cost?
All the hunger, all the drugs
No more love who cares enough to hug
So many types of addictions
Are we guilty of so many inner afflictions
Calling each other names
I think everyone is to blame
So much killing and crimes on the street
Everyone is lying, now days who does not cheat
People are sometimes so overwhelmed by circumstances so they act rashly
Build up anger makes them think swiftly and violently
We are governed through pompous bureaucratic procedures we love to hate.
Only God knows our fate.
Society suffers by losing the imagination and vitality of life
We all need courage to overcome all this strife
Some people think there is total hopelessness
We Americans are truly blessed
Who will be the guide that leads us towards the light
Someone that will love us whether we are wrong or right
This someone will bring us true love and peace he will free us
We know Him as Jesus
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