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
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