Science.
For all you’ve given us,
You’re not much of a romantic.
Love, you tell us,
Is only in our heads.
Just a chemical reaction.
Elevated levels of dopamine,
Seratonin, and ocytocin.
Flooding our brains and bodies,
With intoxicating pleasure.
High from the uppers and opioids,
Created by our own brains,
We wouldn’t mind staying,
In this crazy-in-love,
Can’t-get-enough-of-you phase,
Forever and ever.
But, Science tells us,
Such feelings are fleeting.
Your feel-good chemicals,
Will level off,
Because love, you tell us,
Is only a chemical reaction.
Elevated levels of dopamine,
Doping our brains.
Seratonin, soothing our souls,
And intoxicating oxytocin.
Nothing more.
But love is more complicated,
Than chemistry.
What if the chemical levels,
Drop in our brains,
Because they’ve migrated to our hearts?
Settled in the neurons there.
Which is why when we’re apart,
From the one we love,
We feel a physical ache in our hearts.
It’s because heart feelings linger.
And if you don’t feel that pang,
Then those feel-good chemicals,
Never made their way to your heart.
They were, sadly, only in your head.
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TRUMP – The Trilogy
There once was a man name of Trump,
Skin painted orange with a pump,
He fed off people’s fears,
And there ‘twixt his ears,
Was really no more than a lump.
There once was a man with the tiniest hands,
He quite hated people that came from foreign lands,
He said he’d build a wall, and he’d issue commands,
All the dumb things he said were deflected,
He had so much hate he couldn’t control it,
If you showed him a tweet, well he’d try to troll it,
He sure wasn’t bright, in fact quite a slow wit,
And his mouth and his brain weren’t connected!
Trump is a man who is clearly insane,
It seems he has breasts on his small tiny brain,
He dreams of taking each small tiny hand,
And meeting a woman with great tracts of land,
And titty titty titty titty titty.
REGRETS
There they were,
All pious as pious could get,
Not willing to admit to any regret,
Or to let anyone pin on them any real wrongdoing,
At least not without saying that the coming and throughing of such made them what they are today,
That they could weigh the value of such things.
But nay!
They could not know the weight that I bore! Regret the size of which they’d not known before! Regret that would never, ever, ever, let me settle the score!
Their point of view demanded, that all paths got them to where they had landed,
And well, that was all well and good,
But until you walked through the door,
I never really,
Understood.
THOUGHTS FROM DEEP INSIDE A MONDAY
Sometimes it seems I have these thoughts,
I only can get half through,
Like why are the days I can’t deal with the world,
The only ones I really have to?
THOUGHTS FROM A BUSSTOP
That it’d hurt me more than them,
Could they have possibly known?
When they shrugged shoulders and then,
Doused themselves in cologne?
Verily, verily!
(on the Occasion of the Canadian Anglican Church approving same sex marriage by a narrow margin)
Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
Kicking and screaming shall they be,
Dragged into the future,
Into the light,
Amidst gnashing of teeth,
They will do what is right,
The wind shall blow,
Direct in Truth’s sail,
So that in the end,
Love shall prevail!
BREXIT BLUES
(Borrowing from Van Morrison, with good intention)
Baby Please Don’t Go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
You could lose the farm
With your Brexit song,
Baby, please don’t go
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey
The referendum blues,
The referendum blues,
If the Brexit win the country gonna lose,
Say it once again,
Ya’ll be leaving on that midnight train
And I’m cryin’
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, please don’t go
Let’s go
Silly Manifesto!
SILLY MANIFESTO
We need a silly manifesto!
In order to bring out our besto!
The world seems a mean and ugly place,
Then along comes Boaty McBoatface!
People cheered, a collective yay!
We need some laughs in the world today!
The public voted, but ho ho ho,
Now they’re trying to say no no no,
Why is that the powers that be,
Can’t see we just need some levity?
They hold all the cards, true pirate style,
Can we not at least chuckle and smile?
I declare that right here, and right now,
We spread silly everywhere somehow!
For instance, we’ll take the IMF,
And call them the Funny Money Ref!
The UN Security Council,
Herein known as “Results Are Doubtful”!
The Panama Papers now are known,
As Treasure Maps To Where Tax Money’s Blown!
Let’s take anything that’s serious,
And name it something that’s fun for us,
Come on now, set your brains to action,
Let’s get some giggly satisfaction!
April Storms
Storms in April,
May be fatal,
Not because you’ll slip and fall,
But cuz you want to take your life and all.
Gardening Leave
Being paid to not show up to work.
It sounds like a fantastic deal, doesn’t it?
What could be better?
What, indeed.
How about not being considered so much of a threat,
Or so unpleasant to have around,
They don’t need to pay you to stay home.
What is one supposed to grow in this garden?
Delightful sweet Gratitude, perhaps?
Or maybe, some other fruits.
Rotten Resentment.
Hard Bitterness.
Sour Self-Doubt.
All very difficult to swallow and digest.
There’s no pleasure in this garden.
No satisfaction.
Only missed opportunities,
Still clinging to their branches,
But well past their prime,
And peak freshness.
Dried up and no good.
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