There’s nothing funny about a monkey with a gun
Even if he is well dressed and sartorial
Their shots are random and violent
They take no care for safe marksmanship
Even the happiest monkey with the best intentions
I wrote a poem about the dead
It was glorious indeed
Most people think of poems as living things
Things you can read into whatever way you please
Shakespeare still helps single uninspired men
His words would out live him
And survive through endless time
But that thought never occurred to him
Nothing about his life matters outside the page
Just words
I’ll never get to see the distant future.
Or understand the mysteries of science that won’t be revealed in my lifetime.
Or know if there is life out there.
Or see racism and homophobia die out for good.
I’ll never get to experience the 1000th Academy Awards
Or see Ghostbusters 4 at this rate.
My tiny eyes can only take in my tiny life
It’s a grand life and I’ve seen a lot happen
And I live better than most of human history
I get a voice and a record through the strokes of a key
am an idea man
But they’ve been trapped in there far too long
I want to let them out
And give them life out on their own
But they’ve been with me forever
And I don’t want to say goodbye
They’ve been my best friends
And stayed with me my whole life
I want to repay the loyalty
But I know that isn’t fair
Some of them would survive quite well
In a world of mediocrity
I’m going to stay up until I’m too tired to sleep
I’m going to eat whatever the hell I want
Don’t tell me how to live
It’s your turn to count some sheep
I have some more living to do before I’m dead
I feel like I’m going to explode from within
I feel like I need to go out and sin
The world is here now and I’m a part of it
I better do this now before I lose all my nerve
Listen to your heart beat with all that blood
That’s how you know you still have some time left
Go out there and take life by the balls
Fix Myself (click here to listen to audio with music)
I really don’t know why
Nothing now is fun
I’m a boring type of guy
I used to be out there
Playing the whole crowd
Now I just don’t care
If they’re even around
Nothing’s now the same
Everything I do is strange
I don’t know my name
What has caused this change?
Can you explain it to me?
How’d it come to this?
It’s not how I’m to be
I woke up here in bed
Think I slept for about a week
I look up at the ceiling
How long was I asleep?
Doesn’t matter I say
I have things to do today
Like get oil in my car, go to the bank, and mail a check
Wait I don’t have any money and my car’s a wreck
So I guess I don’t have anything I should be doing now
But it still feels like I have something to do somehow
Can’t remember what it is or what it pertained to
Oh wait I say out loud
No that wasn’t it
Err was it?
I can’t remember now
Would like to try this out
Let’s give up on all our fears
Every single one
Live out loud
And do away with doubt
Let’s wipe it all away
Dismantle everything
And embrace the mirth
Let’s see what happens
If we all indulge
How much better off
Could it maybe be
Now understand me
I’m not pushing this
It just adds up
Maybe we’re missing out
Could we all stand together
As we stand apart
First day of school
Kindergarten
I should be happy
But I want to go home
I want to run screaming
I hate this place
I hate these people
I am so small
It’s why I’m consumed
My hate is bigger than me
I ride the bus home
I sit in the back
I stare out the window
My hallow eyes
She sits in the back too
She is avoiding the smiles
It’s hard to smile back
When you want to die
I ignore her
She ignores me
We don’t notice each other
We’re perfect
Craig the Mouse
You’re probably dead
You should have lived
But you died instead
You came around
And said hello
I always liked it
I hope you know
Little feet
Running on the ground
You were afraid
Of every sound
It wasn’t fun
Cleaning up your shit
But I kind miss it
Just a little bit
And you got into
All of my stuff
Then you’d run away
But not far enough
WIth all the nerve
That I observed
You were a friend
Until the end