Blank, I’m drawing a Blank
it’s an easy thing to draw
just stare, with your mind
There are people who erase your mind
with their conversations, with their hate, with their love
They don’t inspire anything.
The worst feeling, is to have plenty of time
and nothing to do with it
The Special Education Teachers are kinder to me now
They invite me to their meetings at 7 AM
They ask me to do little favors for them, like, “Please print out this form.”
And I do it.
I liked it better
when they were full of hate. “He’s useless!” They said.
They wouldn’t invite me to their meetings
or out to lunch.
Now, they make me wait,
while they talk endlessly,
and then graciously
give me 30 seconds, so that I know I’m one of them.
Their lives are all a waste,
and the garbage gets put in the same place.
All the games they played
All the victories they won
meant nothing to me.
A worthy enemy, will teach you things about yourself
will inspire energy,
from the darkest parts of your soul.
The crushing 9 to 5 is a garbage compactor
The will to stay alive
is slowly compressed.
We need concentration camps
duels to the death
and most of all, something new
that doesn’t stink.
Most of it
They won’t even ask, “Where did the time go?”
They’ll lock themselves in their bathrooms
due to an uneasy feeling.
Their doctors will say they’re healthy—that they have 30 more years…
What will they do?
The landfills are full of their inspiration
and their garbage is piling-up by the side of the road.