The World Painted in Irony

The World Painted in Irony

I look at this world and I can’t help but wonder

What

Or where

It will be in 20 years

Never mind climate change

What about the countries?

Will they all still exist?

I doubt it

What will America be like?

With public education and the economy crashing

Will our democracy still run?

We in America have the most freedom

Or at least that’s what some say

It’s probably true

But we gave up stability

That is the truth

Can we have both?

Perhaps

Enough on that subject

Consider this question

Why is it when the economy crashes

And lives are ruined

Beyond repair

 That those responsible get millions

While our nest eggs are gone

Yet when we chose

As capable adults

 To partake in the simple pleasure that is cannabis

We get twenty years in prison?

Is that real freedom?

Pumpkin Pie

Oh how I love you
Oh how I crave you
Your beauty so divine
Oh how lucky I am that you're mine
If eating you is a crime
That's perfectly fine
For you I would gladly
do a dime
In fact
If I couldn't have you
I may as well die
Oh how I love you
My sweet pumpkin pie

Scribd

Scribd

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You can read, you can swear

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You can learn, you can laugh

You can insult, you can love

You can rate, you can discuss

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You can rant, you can rave

You can review, you can encourage

You can motivate, you can inspire

You can mold, you can shape

You can subscribe, you can derive

You can joke, you can vent

You can describe, you can tag

You can find yourself amazed

With so many options

What will you do on Scribd?

Facebook

 Facebook

Dam you facebook

With all your apps and features

I spend hours on you

Not trying to find friends, teachers or relatives

 But playing your stupid, addicting games

Dam I farkled

Reading useless notes

Taking your mindless quizzes

Posting messages on my friends’ walls

Facebook

Oh facebook

I cry at my screen

For my high score has been beaten

I am no longer supreme

College student

They party all night and then go to class
When I'd be too drunk to get off my ass
They put their thoughts down
Then fall to the ground
Because last night they were drunk and got in a funk
They were too slaushed to walk
Let alone talk
This is the life of some college students
Although certainly not the ones that are prudent

Live

Life's unfair
but you must dare
dare to dream
dare to laugh
dare to challenge convention
oh, and did I mention
strike back against injustice
keep wrong and right in mind
as you take back what time has taken
the moral of the story?
live for today
plan for tomorrow
but don't forget yesterday

Villanelle

Time

You are always there yet never seen,
Sometimes hard, sometimes good,
There is never enough of you.

At school I wait anxiously for you to pass,
At home I pray that you will last,
You are always there yet never seen.

I live by your guidelines,
Rushing to meet your deadlines,
There is never enough of you.

You heal wounds and mend broken hearts,
Only you know the outcome of life before it starts,
You are always there yet never seen.

I sleep and wake by your standards,
You have created a universe of grandeur,
There is never enough of you.

You seem to go faster as the years go by,
Never stopping to say good-bye,
You are always there yet never seen,
There is never enough of you.

Time

Time

Time is something we can not see
Yet we are always wondering where it went
We never have enough
We live by its parameters
Always running out of it
It is the scale by witch the length of one's life is measured
Time is an intangible thing
Yet some people are said too much on their hands
The law's worst enemy
Keeping justice at bay
A collector's best friend
Increasing the value of their beloved possessions
Healing wounds
Making pain cease
One day the world will end
But time will never stop

Soldiers

Soldiers

My life is a war in which I am the Soldiers
My battlefield, my mind
The enemy, my emotions
I have lost many battles
With many yet come
My path through life
Sherman’s March
I destroy everything my enemy has
Engage myself in “total war”
A never ending war
But still I maintain the fight
I call upon my army
I rally my soldiers to death
And I repeat this process
Until there is no one left

Ode to a Hundred Dollar Bill

3/1/07

Ode to a Hundred Dollar Bill


You bend and twist as I pull
you out of my wallet.
You arrive at the bank
banded with other hundreds
much like yourself.
Your green corners with your
fabulous denomination printed
on them lie nobly at your edges.
Looking at you, I see Benjamin Franklin
smiling at me as he will be for years to come.
Your worth makes me feel rich
The sophistication you bring
to your beholders is much
too great to describe in words.
You are the stamp of secrecy
on all lucrative acts.
Your musty smell a reminder
of the roads you have traveled
and the adventure you are carrying out.
Your wealthy sensation a memento
of the hard work done to obtain you.
When I think of the joy you bring me
I simply breathe deeply and smile.
It makes me feel special to think of the
things I could trade you for.