A Self-Made Idiot

I guess I could say a few things

My writing is mostly stream o' consciousness balogna

Sometimes I try for a rhyme

Sometimes a reason

What I lack in character and substance

I more than make up for in pure ignorance

Never would I claim to know anything for sure

To know everything would be too much responsibilty

I like coffee and Sports Center

An American male

Heir to my father's brash stubborness

And my mother's diminutive sweetness

Nothing but love and respect for them both

But Ithink childrenhave to deal more withtheir parents' issues than the parents

A funny childhood in a mad way

A DEA helicopter lands in your yard one day

And you're making home-made icecream and cooking out the next

Being toted along with dad and his drunk biker buddies

Then going to listen to mom's brother's sermon, at his church

A dichotomy of worlds

Polarized then galvanized with my own choices

ReadingKerouac doesn't help

Now I feel that I must make someone laugh

Or I will have to laugh at myself

Rumi said "O tongue, you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease."

So true, that my tongue has served me most joyously

And tasted such sourness