Title: No Poet Here

Here’s how I see a life of luxury
People should be civil and act civilly
A girl spits on the sidewalk how classy is that?
Well, perhaps not as bad, if in her hands was a bat.

So you want me to get over, you want to pass
Don’t worry I will, but stop riding my ass
Drive that big SUV, drive it all over town
Spend more on gas, then what you’ve already blown.

Teach your kids not to hit, and right from wrong
But then let them watch crap, yes, all night long?
You say you go to church, but you don’t know why?
Perhaps it’s because, you’re just living a lie?

Don’t ask me for advice, I simply have none
I hear words in my head, and out they come
Although stupidly sounding, mixed and spun.
Together I’ll put them, to one day be done.

I don’t ask for much, not for me or mine
I simply want peace for, yes, all of time.
Be greedy and mean or fake on the tube
But know your times coming, perhaps very soon.

As I read over this filth I never once planned.
You must know I’m not a poet, please understand
Words seem to mean more when you have to think
So spend your days in wonder of this little link.

In the rhythm of life, we search for meaning
Not realizing what it means to be truly forgiving
So if you can find it in your heart to do this small task
In yourself you will see, a broken mask.