MY MOM CAN SAVE THE WORLD

I had myself a thought today,
That my mother,
In her own sweet way,
Could set our world aright,
Save the grace from which we fall,
The internet, comment sections,
Politicians, nasty elections,
Each likewise blight,
Could heed her siren call,
No drama, fight, or fuss,
Just what she hammered home with us,
If you’ve naught nice to say,
Then say nothing at all.

Either One Will Do

Leonard waited for a miracle,
Something divine to see him through,
Now it’s miracle, or apocalypse,
Either one will do,
I feel a sense
Of ambivalence,
Not sure I care, if we make it through,
In these times of confusion,
I just need a conclusion,
A miracle, or the apocalypse,
Either one will do.

A world that’s on the brink,
Well we’ve seen that before,
Still somehow I think,
Right now the stakes are something more,
Potential cataclysm,
Right down to the planet’s core,
Our own narcissim,
Blinds us from what lies in store,

Glass half full, half empty,
This is what I’ve found,
Doesn’t matter which you see,
When there’s no one left around,
You can take your optimism,
Positivity abound,
See life through your prism,
Somehow you still will drown,

Sixteen year olds screaming,
”What the hell have you done?”
You’ve known that this was coming,
That there’d be nowhere left to run,
You’ve mortgaged off our future,
Traded it for Kingdom Come,
Now we’re desperate and unsure,
If there’s naught that can be done,

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DARK HORSE

the dark horse
the unexpected
parts of us remain neglected
people only see the surface
not the deeper stuff that serves us
well when we meet our new lovers
cast off material, moral covers
our drive comes from a different place
not comfortable with just one face
we know well what we’ve become
never show the whole to anyone
but bring the shadows to the light
in the midst of passion bright
reveal hedonistic forces
with the twist that makes us
two dark horses

DISNEY ME

I wish I was a Pluto, or a Mickey, or some such,
In a big costume at Disneyland, kids running up to touch,
When you were round I’d laugh and clown, you giggling happily,
You’d laugh so, but wouldn’t know, inside the suit was me!

SLAP

Stretched out,
Stark naked,
Across my lap,
I deliver slap,
After slap, after slap,
My hardened palm,
Stinging quivering cheek,
She gasps, and moans,
But cannot speak,
Though she need not,
I can hear each thought,
As I deliver blows,
I sense her shiver,
From head to toes,
Encompassing her exposed whole,
There lay open,
Heart and soul,
“Will he stop soon?”
“Will there be more?”
“If I say stop, will he ignore”
“Will he continue, again and again?”
“Will there be pleasure, after pain?”
“A tender kiss? A slipped in finger?
Or just stop,
To let the stinging linger?”
“Does he enjoy, this show of nerve?
Or does he feel that I deserve,
Some punishment, for something deep?
Just why do these thoughts creep,
And seep into my concious mind,
As he wails away on my behind?”
Me, I sense each and every wonder,
As I strike her with an inner thunder,
My imprint marked upon her skin,
I share her questions from within,
Punishment? Or gift? Or is it neither?
When will I stop?
…… I don’t know either.

The Core Issue With Male-Female Relations

I’ve managed to summarize male and female relations, and identify the difficulties we have in that regard:

“She’s a genius,
Can cure cancer,
For every question,
She’s an answer,
Can’t underestimate,
Her abilities,
She is more,
Than the eye sees,
Literary,
Artistic, wise,
Worldly, with all,
That that implies,
Equal, and more,
Every respect fits,
And all I want,
Is to see her tits.

LAUGH, OR CRY

Damn.
Laugh or cry, laugh or cry?
Or better yet, just wonder why,
We’re in this goddamned circumstance,
Where decency doesn’t stand a chance,
Ruled by men who can’t keep it in their pants,
Who wield power like a drunken dance,
Narrow minds, small hearts, seem to rule the day,
Unfettered greed finally has its way,
Rights, justice, and Love,
Go sailing on by,
I wonder,
Should I laugh or cry.

Man-bun

Man-bun,
Sitting, taunting me,
With your pseudo-masculinity,
You think you’re cool, on the edge, out far,
But I see several of you,
On the same subway car,
You believe that you’re rad,
But it couldn’t be clearer,
You live in a proverbial house,
Without a proverbial mirror!