:-)

Happy people make me smile
especially in the morning
I love to happily greet them while
the day is gently dawning

and later mostly during lunch
I love people laughing
sharing stories as they munch
about everything and about nothing

Finally when my day is done
I can't sleep but instead
from laughter till I see the sun
I happily cry in bed

:-(

Happy people make me sick
especially in the morning
I want to beat them with a stick
till from pain they're moaning

and later mostly during lunch
I hate people laughing
I would prefer that it's my punch
into their face I'm stuffing

finally when my day is done
and things are quiet and dead
until I see that sickening sun
I happily cry in bed

My dreams are rather small
and I have no desire
to know, to feel or see it all
or set the world on fire

I want each day to be the same
and every night be clear
Towards the stars my fingers aim
while you're with me here

and I don't want to travel far
to taste some fancy dish
I only need a falling star
for us to make a wish

I feel the need
the need for seed

Once upon a time
I was young and healthy
didn't have a dime
but with life I was wealthy

didn't own a thing
flexing my tiny muscle
but i lived like a king
one without a castle

and now I own so much
I came to learn a truth
there is no money that can touch
the value of your youth

The answers do exist
if you search far and wide
beyond the hanging mist
that's by the mountainside

beyond where the road bends
next where the tall trees grow
the answers my dear friends
somewhere with four winds blow

but don't be too obsessed
with needing to know more
just eat and drink then play and rest
then like a bear snore

This guy here
will have a beer
His senorita
a margarita
The guy with the hot car
will have a *****
his boyfriend Barry
a ****** Mary
My mum I'd say
a chardonnay
Meanwhile my dad
will have a red
While my flower
a whiskey sour

and finally me
I'll have a tea
as I've been sober
since October
I can't start now
I made a vow
but maybe
.....maybe just this time
I'll have a ***** lemon lime
I have developed quite a thirst
and today is November first

A poet once wrote here
a long, long time ago
He'd often shed a tear
which helped the words to flow

He'd write about the trees
the stars, the moon and sky
and set them loose out on the breeze
which helped the words to fly

but then the poems ended
until there came a spring
that's when my heart your heart befriended
now once more my words sing