When something goes wrong
blame it on God.
When something goes right
blame it in God.
When a baby is born
blame it on God.
When a loved one dies
blame it on God.
Blame it on God
blame it on God.
Some of us get God
the rest of us get Cake.
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The Craft
Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.
The Happy People
Here’s to the
sad ones.
We feel
your pain,
we just choose
not to share it.
Sincerely,
the happy people.
P.S.
There is beauty in our sadness.
The Sad Ones
Here’s to the
happy people.
We can see
your sadness,
and we’re
with you.
Sincerely,
the sad ones.
P.S.
Happy New Year!
Yea, that’s a fucking excellent idea
If
Americans
put
half as much
attention
into
Americas
actual problems
as this
Sesame Steet Grover
nonesense,
we
the people
might actually
be headed
somewhere,
but
America
you never cease to amaze me.
One for the kid trying to be strong
The other day
I had a good cry
but to tell you the truth,
I really don’t know why.
Perhaps it was the past
or future, or present
it doesn’t really matter though
just so long as it happened.
Because sometimes the universe
can make you feel ill.
Other times though it can give you a thrill.
And on those occasions where
the walls trap you in
it’s natural to flood your way
up and out again!
Better Tomorrows
When
every
little
thing
is
on
your mind,
nothing
of
value
really
comes
to
mind,
like
twittling
two
thumbs,
sometimes
nothing
days
make for better tomorrows.
Another word to an unborn son
Some day
out of nowhere
your mood
will shift
from one hundred percent
to zero,
and you will feel sad
and you will feel weak
and you will feel vulnerable,
and that’s good
that’s natural
that’s life,
so get used to it,
it’s a beautiful thing
even when it hurts most.
Food for thought
The food.
The food.
Everybody’s so worried about the food.
It has to be hot.
It has to be ready.
Is there enough?
If only he opened his heart as much as his mouth,
she might have stayed.
The Hardest Part
I
miss
everything
and
nothing
about
you
and
most
times
that’s
the
hardest
part.
Words Of An Average White Male 