Bob Lonsberry; boy I sure do love this guy. He's always good for a laugh. ALF is a terrorist group and they were the ones that contaminated yr milk, not the factory farm. and Matthew Shepard is in hell and diversity training is the work of the devil.

Now today's poem is about how much of a fool I am and how hideous I am.

OK, So maybe I Love/Hate You X

We have the worst habit of losing things
Once you've found something good it's impossible to hang on to
And maybe it's because labeling things as perfect - moments and mementos - makes them turn elusive

You couldn't understand the concept of necessary losses
You begged and pleaded as she walked through the door
You were crawling on the ground and crying like a child
Saying, "Don't go, I'll change, don't go."
And with every word you spoke, a part of you died
Until you were nothing
Just dead weight sprawled out on the kitchen tile at sunset, quietly weeping

So maybe love and hate lose their meaning in the context of loss
Like how I love and hate you passionately
But I'm definately not indifferent

I'm a fool
I'm the good guy that is always there; quietly in the background
And I can't be the one who anyone would ever take seriously
Even though I've never taken the good girls seriously

So maybe I'll study the commies and queers
Like Allen and Peter
Who lived together in Berkley until they both moved away and reconvened in India
Who went to CP-USA meetings unashamedly
Who smoked marajuana and took LSD and we unlawfully married

But the question of loss and human emotion still remains
As the red stars reenter the parts of my brain where the innosence faded and was worn threadbare

But maybe this is all a game
And we're merely pawns for the gods' amusement
And the difference between visionaries or prophets and normal humans is that they realize and accept their insignificance

I'm sick inside
Inside this mind of mine I'm quite insane
Inside my little brain
It's all made of chocolate and egg whites
and it's disgusting the way some people feel (so helpless) inside