Oh, how lucky you will be To see the death of me To finally be on your own To carry on what I've known To add to the library more floors To make the library yours To open its doors to many more To make space for more books to store Oh, how lucky we will be To share in your library
One day I will decide To take a ride To the highest peaks Where everyone seeks Peaceful solitude For mental fortitude Then descend to the steeple To reach out to the people To tell them the lie That I learned from the sky That the dead are in crowds Floating in the clouds
If I could have bolstered talent I would be more patient To take time with my thoughts To find all of my blind spots To listen to experts Even when it hurts To know when we are all wrong To know when to sing humanity's song
I'm a big, burly brute From me stompers, to me clompers I'm also bloody cute All the ladies, big, burly rompers When the sun shines I'm smashing skulls At night, there's wines The size of ship's hulls I'm a big, hairy beast Sniffing out your puny flesh Soon you'll be my feast With the hogs and cows and fish
The thought is so sweet To think you are what you eat But, to this you must heed: You are also what you read If you read love and not fear Your lovers you'll hold more dear Which isn't to say you shouldn't know Opposing thoughts are for you to grow So read hate with empathy And ignorance with telepathy Nourish your hungry brain With facts and love to stay sane
Many years ago I favored warmth over snow I chose entertainment Over athletic fulfillment I chose a different path I never did the math Drowning in a bath... ...of my own desires Those fleeting fires But, you can surely hedge your bets I have zero regrets.
In just a few days I will probably be sick Because some Chinese butcher Put a ferret cage over a chick Unknowing of the concoction That mixed faeces will stew Biological hazards The planet never knew No we're all coughing Buying tissue in a panic Just another day In today's pandemic
When I have a cold My sinuses turn bold I capitalize my sneezing Underline my wheezing I'm filled with snot As I adorn an i with a dot I cough with great might As my symptoms raise their X-height Pestillence here, is this the rapture? We must unite to survive, humanity's ligature Our task: washing hands, the ultimate defender If not, we'll be buried, like an excessive descender
I just got flowers for a lady My motives are not shady The truth of the matter rings true I honor her is if she were new Like a novel fascination That resists dissipation My true love not fleeting Day by day, like a climb of the tower For her, my heart beating Day by day, flower by flower
The more I say, "no" Truth may be revealed Of my inner glow Insecurities nil concealed From there, understanding birthed New ways of thinking unearthed Acceptance begins No more sins Against those I love and our inner fires Against ourselves and our true desires Against the clockwork elf Against my divine self
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