13 January 2008

Shock! Horror!

Okay, I'll admit it.

This poetry thing is difficult to give up. I suspect it's the newness of the thing; like I said, it's not the sort of thing I've ever done before. So here's a couple more poems, freshly minted this very day, for you to peruse and (most likely) snicker at. Because they're really, well, probably not that great. I'm trying to update this on a semi-regular basis now (call it a late New Year's resolution), and poetry's quicker for me to write these days. As for the short stories, well, I can't give those up, so don't worry.

Morning Would

Roll over, hit the

Alarm, grab new

Clothes, take a

Shower, brush your

Teeth, and confront

The day without

Deciding to call it a

Wash and go back to bed.


The last part always was

Tricky.



It's a Gas

There's no secret to snatching

Success these days,

One need only attain

Precisely what every one else is trying

To attain--

But more of it than them

Because more of it

Makes you better,

Blesses you with

Freedom, friends, fantastical

Fucking phenomenal

Opportunity.


Go live the dream!

Do what you need to do

Because there's no other way

To get what you want

If you want to be comfortable

That is.


Do what you want

Once you've done

Your time in the mines,

Chase your dream once

You don't have to worry about

Where your next meal's coming from

Or how to impress the girls

Or where to live

Or how to pay your taxes.


Don't get me wrong

I think it's very important

That we all keep working

And nobody does what they

Really want to do,

What would that do, after all?


It simply can't work,

Won't work, you

Have to take

Responsibility

Do your

Part to forge your own

Chains. Otherwise

You'll just

Die like all the
Others, hungry

But

Free.


Is that worth it? The

Cost of living

Is your dreams,

Is that a fair

Price?


The cost of your dreams

Might be your death

But I hear that's not

Worth much these days,

So really it's quite a

Bargain.

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