Upper Case Ps

Pristine Perfection

of Pretty

Pink Posies

Put

in a Pot

and the Poet Provided

Precise Plays

and

Purple Prose

for

Pleading Plucky 

Professors

who

Place Particular Pleasure

in 

Popularity

Pleasing Priests who

Prefer

Papists be

Punctual

or

Porridge is Proffered

(Publish Post!)

Modern Life

Evolution

Revolution

Nothing provides the solution

Everything changes

Nothing changes

New technology

But a messed up economy

People ignorant not learning

Staying at home not earning

Struggling to get by

Just livin’ till the day they die

Think think think

It’ll make you cry

Lots of drugs and liquor

A society getting sicker

Rich white men don’t care

Make it so life stays unfair

Everything changes

Nothing changes

Violence and guns everyplace

People up in each others’ face

Dying too too soon

Yeah the same old tune

Everything changes

Nothing changes

Anger, anger all the time

Often leads to still more crime

Everything

Nothing 

Changes

Huh!

Used to Be

It’s difficult to imagine now

But I came from humble beginnings

Before I was somebody

I was a nobody

Just like you

Yeah, I used to be nothing special

Now I’m it, baby

I’m the man

I’m what’s happening

The chicks dig me

I’m what’s it all about

I’m hep

With the in crowd

Yet I started out just like you

Just a dude

A guy

Another bloke

How things change

If you just

Just

Let your imagine

Take charge

Whose Life

You can settle into life

You can live among the world

Or you can dive right in

Take the plunge

And let your life serve you

Easy to let it all happen 

Around you

Harder to take on

The responsibility

Of making 

Rather than letting

It happen

Turn your life and your will over

To a higher power

Or be your own

Tricky part:

Remember you only control so much

Lot out of your reach

But reach for what you can

Respect yourself

What’s it gonna be then?

Thinking Time

I was so busy doing things

I forgot to think about everything

All the stuff I had to do got in the way

Of being who I was 

I was

I was busy doing

No time for being

Forgot who I was

What I wanted

Beyond wanting to get things/stuff done

Then do the next thing I had to take care of

And all the stuff that needed dealing with

....

We’re so good at keeping ourselves busy

Seems so purposeful

Important

“I’m busy...it’s so busy...we’re so busy....”

“It’s so hectic”

“Lot going on”

That’s what adults do

Things

Take care of stuff

Easy to get caught up in it

We’re filling in blanks 

Instead of writing essays

We’re cogs

We don’t wonder why

Just do it, baby

Don’t think about it

Well I’m thinking now

I’ll do when I’m good and ready

I can’t be busy right now, I’ve got thinking to do

They’re Coming to Take Me Away?

Pardon my hallucination

I thought that was a tiger

Growing out of your ear

No, the right one

You’ll have to excuse

My malfunctioning brain

I see things that aren’t there

Or anywhere

Besides which, I don’t care

My condition is most distressing

For people prone to undressing

In the oddest places

Wait

I didn’t mean that last part

About

What did I say?

Oh you’re the one with the cheetah

Growing out of your nose

Sorry, that was the other guy

You’re still the 

But I digress

My brain is such a mess

But my it is fun

To have sanity on the run

Happy days are here again

Addiction

When too much is never enough

You need to keep adding

More, more, more than you need

Keep going

Add to it

That’s not enough

Nothing ever is

From good to great

Great to perfect

Perfect to the point

Where you destroy it all

Build the most spectacular

Until it is nothing

But dust

A shame, really

Because you really had something there for awhile

But couldn’t be satisfied

You don’t know satisfaction

Want bliss times two

Good enough is for ordinary people

You are far from ordinary

Better even than extraordinary

Magnificence

Find the ultimate

Then go past it to the next level

Surely there must be more

And more

And more

Get it

Don’t settle

You, after all, are special

You are special

You are special

You must have

It all

And more

You sick bastard you