I am a hero, listen to my prayer
you beautiful maidens of the underwear world
take me to Valhalla, and not to that other place.
This is more than a prayer
This is a song I sing in silence
With one chance to live
let me fight
like a man, who will die at midnight.
It is not enough, to have one good wife
one good car
one good job
I want to be a rockstar.
to more Ladders.
No Ladders, please.
I don’t want to climb any more.
I don’t want to be grateful, humble, or nice.
I want Red Devil Women
in cheerleading décor.
I don’t want to pay their pimp, the devil, anymore.
I want to beat him at his own game.
It’s not enough to live forever
One must be young forever
It’s not enough to be the captain of the football team
One must put a spell on the cheerleading team
I am a silver-tongued devil
Make me platinum.
What I like about words
is there is no limit to what they can say.
Philosophers believe our thinking is limited because of language
but that’s not true.
Our thinking is limited because of what we don’t do—
what we settle for and what we believe is true.
This prayer might be the flitting thoughts of a frustrated man
but it’s honest.
It took almost half of my life
to want miracles.
Getting there, without them
Any leader who has responsibility
wants their burden to be lifted.
I want charisma,
that makes me lighter than air.
I don’t want to be contained,
like a useful piston
in a big machine.
I want flight
No engines, please—
like the women of the night, that usher me into Valhalla
like angels that call my name