Inevitable Expiration

People die

It happens every day

Tis planned that way
to reshuffle the deck
so overpopulation
is held at bay

Death is the fearful reality
shared by humanity

Rich or poor

Famous or infamous

There is no buyout clause

Tis a non negotiable
natural law

All things must end

So we best do
with all our might
this gift of life right



Modern Savings

Out and about
on a pilgrimage
to the retail cathedral
for eternal bargains I seek

I take the escalator
to the top floor
and find God marked down
on the clearance rack
desperately trying to be sold
to indifferent pilgrims
for a ridiculous price

Down by the food court
I see his boy Jesus
hanging with Allah
working the kiosk scene
offering up major savings
to harried consumers
who ain’t buying
cause neither accepts credit

Out in the multi level parking lot
I buy a full length mirror
from a grungy vendor clad red
peddling product illegally
with his off the books mentality

As a special bonus
for my valued patronage
the slick salesman
throws in a bag of apples
free of charge
or any moral obligations


Show and Tell

We’ve reached
the crucial point
where the pain
of commencing
a truthful discourse
could not possibly be worse
than the hurt
from our current
slowly corrosive
silent denials
that are eroding
the foundation
of this relationship

So let’s put aside
these pointless reservations

Lay our cards on the table
and play them out
as best we may


Gimme A Break

I often despise me
for all I’ll never be
or never was
for that matter
but I must confess
I’m ain’t the worst either

So I think today
I’ll cut my sorry ass some slack

For in the end
I am who I am
and in this way too finite life
that should be enough


Little House On The Scary

After I finally found
my elusive happy medium
we settled down
in the Land of Mediocrity
where we eventually
impaled each other
on our white picket fence

Media hounds posted our bodies
under their tragic narrative
of a double homicide

Psycho babblers were called in
to neatly bubble wrap the spin
with their best quicky analysis

Once we were written off
the bankers made the scene
to recoup their investment equity

The source of our demise
was repaired beautifully
as the stains of our sins
were power washed away

Now with the market value
of our broken castle restored fully
chattering real estate whores
sold the home as a horror novelty

Using the shattered American dream
story gone awry
as a marketing hook
to lure in the next victims
more than willing
to buy into the lie



Paper Mache Royalty

Buried deep in the abyss
of her ravenous
insatiable self esteem

I descend through layers
of festering past failures

Once a foothold is established
in the core of her self confidence
I commence to blast out
those embedded doubts
with a cliche barrage
of my best insincere bs
drawn from my well stocked supply
of innocuous bogus lines

Now that her ego
is boosted properly
she will realize finally
that she is way too good
for a lowly guy like me

So the current truth
liberated by my stroking lies
put the princess beyond my reach
though this patient minstrel
will be there to catch her
when she becomes a pauper again


Depreciation Appreciation

Please cease and desist
from your incessant persistence
of dredging up past indiscretions
from the cesspool of yesterday
we all once swam in
when we were young and dumb

Share with the skeptical congregation
the path you currently run
and more importantly
where you plan to be
once this fishing inquisition is done

For in our world of stained imperfections
allowances must be granted
for the dents and scratches
we accumulate over the years



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