Good morning God
Hope things are well on your end
Things sure could be better down here
but of course you already know that
being a super natural being and all
Of course we must own up to our faults
since you graciously gave us free will
but we can't seem to stop fucking up lately
Perhaps we're just in a slump
though we been trending down for quite awhile
So call this a prayer S.O.S if you must
We sure as Hell could use your help
to get back on the straight and narrow path
and hopefully make you proud of us someday
The man from Zero
is impervious to pain
This makes him torture proof
from the daily agonies of life
He can never feel loss
cause he has nothing to lose
No emotions to befuddle and confuse
No hurt can penetrate his nothingness
No flashing signs of life inside the void
Now there are those
who pity this empty existence
So why do I envy him so?
Breathe through your mouth
as to not smell the stink
Power down your brain
so you don't overthink
and keep those eyes shut tight
to block out our daily blight
Embrace denial
For avoidance
of truth we deem ugly
is the new reality
of the 21st Century
Reached without looking
and spilled my drink
as I cursed fate
which I blamed
for the error puddle
I did create
This mistake left a stain
on the world
that will remain
if I don't take the time
to do clean up
instead of waiting
for Nature to evaporate
the mess of the century
OK, maybe I exaggerate
though I do know
in many less enlightened cultures
a woman would be obligated
to mop up the tragedy
this clumsy male created
but alas, I live in modern times
where the girls are perfectly free
to ignore my needs and me
Now where does my queen keep the mop?
When those you love
feel the sting of defeat
like we all sometimes do
and their world
is bleeding loser's blue
love them even more
Because the pit of self doubt
is where we need friends
to help lift us out
and get our sorry asses
back in the game
The raging inferno
we thought was out of range
is now dancing in our back yard
Our once mighty firewall
now lays tattered and charred
as the raging fire devours
the diminishing perimeter
Leaving us soon to be
victims of this tragedy
nowhere left to run
All because we procastinated
and stayed too long
Daddy dear
never here
road trip
mercenary
parenting
in absentia
just a voice
on the line
Novelty fades
over time
postcards
tossed aside
Saint Mom
preached
how much
he loved us
from the
hymn book of
economic necessity
We grew up
because we had to
Moved out
and started
our own
shattered families
Daddy's
home now
Died alone
in his
hotel bed
the maid
found him dead
Gonna bury
our ghost Dad today
along with all
his lost
yesterdays
During turbulent times
he was our dancing magnet
A new kind of athlete
who did so polarize
young and old
This transcendent soul
the powers that be
tried to bury
but eventually
the champ beat them all
inside the ring and out
til there was no doubt
this man was exactly
as self advertised
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
The greatest force in sports history
Rest in peace
Muhammad Ali
