Not taking life seriously
is the way to be
Not taking women seriously
is the way to be
Not taking bosses, or bills, or existential inconveniences
is the way to be
it’s the news or a hobby
that we take seriously
we become like everybody
Angry at inflation, taxes, impending nuclear war
dissatisfied with golf, unable to game the system
lacking guts to kill big game.
Frustration, is the young man’s poison
that he drinks
Nobody cares about his efforts
despite his complaining, endlessly
There is no ‘A’ for effort, no points for second place
A 4.0 student will be the least prepared for life
Women have more of a chip on their shoulder than men do
because they have been told “they can’t” for so long.
Now they are doing everything “they can”
they aren’t happy.
Half of women are on anti-depressants
Half of men have contemplated suicide
Half of marriages end in divorce
the other half
pretends in public
that they have the perfect life.
If a man can’t be best at something
he searches for
how to cope with something
singing his favorite music
getting stoned with the rolling stones
catching no moss
on the down-side
of depression mountain
and not feeling better, for his efforts.
Those kids in high school
who were already depressed
never had a chance.
they were going to be
but their dream could only last for 8 years
like 8 hours of sleep
until they woke up
to the realities.
Now, the editors taunt me
I understand their job is a grind.
Just think how awful it would be
to read bad poetry
from sycophantic premadonnas
who think they are geniuses
who send nasty replies
to automated emails
“You didn’t even read my poem! Why won’t you give me a chance?”
I guess I should be thankful that I get snarky shit
from the sharks of the soulless sea
who make pennies, from the morons who write well enough
for little magazines
The suffering of the world is poetry.
Until the poets can learn to love pain, injustice, and evil
they will never be able to say something true.
Everybody loves a poem about love
but if you write a poem about hate
that people love
you have done, what writers are supposed to do
They look into the cracks
and see more than drugs and ass
Society is fractured, because it has so much pain
They think, they can fuck their pain away.
Why do people keep having children in starving countries
where soldiers, aids, and lions
feast on human remains?
Because nature survives in the worst conditions
In the West, women don’t want to have children
and the collapse is coming
like a game of dominoes
or a poorly planned hand of hearts
the queen of spades
for the children who were never born.
We are nature, sorting ourselves out
like a hurricane, ripping through towns and schools
We have to learn the hard way
life is not an easy ‘A’
If you don’t make the grade
you can’t come back.
We teach the opposite of what’s true
Is it any surprise
that the good student goes back to school
and does something bad?
Too many nice guys walk into the world
and don’t know what to do
when the women laugh
What if their teachers taught
the way they were supposed to?
Dropping out of Harvard, to become a billionaire
still being a beta-male
can’t become the men
they want to
have seen to that
“The weaker sex?”
I walk down the streets
who I want to be
like a homeless man
plagued by insanity
from society—that appliance, that isn’t good for anybody
convenient and comfortable
that spreads, until we kill it
Words won’t do it
they only help
to cope with the pain.