Oh come ye down from
Mount Wifi on high.
The only important lessons
Learned are the ones made
When We know everything
Where’s the pride in your ride
Where’s the class in your ass
Where’s the class in your class.
Where’s the pride in your pride.
What kind of gun shall we use to
To kill the monster?
What pesticide will we use
To kill it’s friendly ghost?
Sometimes the big things
Are the little things.
The jails are jobs.
The jobs are jails.
Encore! encore! Encore!
Do you really want to hear more
Or do you just want another drink?
Putting off the cold ride home.
We are not merely knowers
We are extraordinarily gatherers
We grow as we go.
Double Espresso
Is the password
Tripple bypass
Is the last word
Eventually
Things will scare you into health
You will wake from the dream
And realize that you are still dreaming
You discover sometimes
dreams can be nightmares.
So when that moment of clarity happens
And then passes.
It’s not about making your dreams
Come true.
It’s just about turning your nightmares
Into dreams.
(This poem was originally recited on October 27, 2014 at The Wee Red Bar in Edinburgh, Scotland)
Schwervon! 