Gimme

His fingers are fat And under his stomach his Belt holds on for dear life. His dress clothes from work, His cubical job, selling bullshit for A living. The world owes him in his mind, He sits there in his chair. ‘I want a bigger TV. I want a cake. I want a new chair. I want a new phone. I want a dog, A cat, A shirt, New shoes, Leather couch, Lots of money, And lots of women. I want the world and they should give it to me.’ Hated by his neighbors. Unlooked upon by women, Disowned by co-workers. He lives, alone, not Paying for anything. Not trying to make any more money Not going into the world. He can see the TV, the chair, The dog, he can see the cake Looming in the distance. He’ll never get it, He’ll never deserve it. Kid with a wife that he no Longer knows. Escaped one Trap. Now dying in self-inprisonment.

Ignorance

I wake up every morning to The smell of the flowers And the wonderful sun that Streams sweetly in my window. I get out of bed to start Another beautiful day, Where I live so Sweetly. On my way to work I see only The storefronts, freshly painted and shop owners standing on the steps waving and smiling. I get to my job and everyone is Happily typing their Work. I open the news paper and See all the wonderful stories The ones about the puppies and the Heroic deeds, the finding of treasure. I go home at night to my house that I love in My beautiful city, that is thriving so brightly. I still smell the sweet smell of rose petals as I tuck myself Into my sheets and pray, knowing that He heard me. I never get bummed out and I never am sad, The world is a beautiful place and everything is wonderful here.