Author: Ian McKenzie

Everyone is mocking
My trusty Christmas stocking

With its big buttons
And size for a glutton

Everyone stares in shock
At my big ‘ol Christmas sock

Yet it does have

If my house was ablaze
I would navigate the maze

To get all my stuff
My electronics, collectibles, and fluff

You know what I wouldn’t mind?
If I left

If I were a book
I’d have a peculiar look

So heavy, the shelf would rattle
With a tightly stitched saddle

It would be a collection
Of the odd

It is always a pleasure
To care for the house
To keep things tidy
To keep out the mouse

It wasn’t always easy
Doing my part
But all that changed
When

The most important lessons
Always take too long
Like your favorite part
Of that catchy song

You’re never patient enough
For those words you heard today
To go from your

When I am afraid
I do not fear
I pick up my blade
And slam another beer

When I am afraid
I start another fight
I don’t let fear fade
I

I experience a piece of heaven
Every single day
When I speak my affirmations, seven
When gratitude I pay

When I see something to fruition
When I respect my

I am selfish
In every single way
I am programmed to kill fish
And manipulate man to sway

My instinct is to survive
At any cost that may be
Like

Today I did a search
From being stuck
To a forward lurch

From saying, “Fuck!”
To saying, “Done!”
From getting stuck
To having fun

To solve my problems
I always know
I’ll purge

We all need to design
A better human experience
Let us not resign
To this arbitrary fence…

…that divides us from eachother
That obscures our sight
From truth, from love,