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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