You have to have
Alot of money
To get a girlfriend right

And have a big muscular body

Those are the things
You have to have
To go on dates

Too bad for me I guess

And talking with
My therapist was a bad idea

She listened
And cared about
What I had to say

And then she left

I don't like her
Anymore

I don't like her
I hate you

And I hate money
It was the money
It's always the money

That ruined
Our companionship

I don't have any feelings
Anymore for you

Too bad too
We were close

To having a real relationship

You ruined things

But I'm sure
It won't be
The last time

Now I have no friends
No one to meet with
Once a week

Who knows
Ask for my forgiveness

You are so mean

I used to care about you
Not anymore

Well
At least
You will have to live

In what will be a very difficult
Part of American history

You deserve to suffer some
For what you have done

Although
It is best to forgive
Those who have hurt us

Sometimes
We wish for them
To feel the same pain

I'm not that good
At forgiving sometimes

It must be nice
To hug someone
It must be nice

To love someone

I spent the day alone
I spent the night alone

And then I came home
To write this poem

Nations are never
At peace

And always on
The brink of war

Looks like
This human race
Has more
Big mess ups in store

She announces
They are going to church

I don't care
What you are doing
Where you are going

You waste your life
Watching television

Doing nothing

Why do you announce
Where you are going?

Why! Why!
Why was I born in America?

Another lonely day
Tears they pour
Down my face

I do believe in
Some kind of grace

I dream of foreign lands
A community of friends
That's a plan

To spend time
With people
Underneath the sun

I'm alone in America
That is not much fun

My therapist pretended
She went away

Some say these are
The end of days

I walk I wander

I can't go anywhere
I am too poor

I want to visit
India, Nepal,
Tibet, Mayanmar,
Bhutan, and Tibet

At least there is the internet

War torn Aleppo
Is featured
In the news today

Bombings **** the innocent

The people hope and pray

We are far
From Aleppo
A bomb not falling
On your head

And like most Americans
I had my daily bread

Even in America
Peace is no guarantee

Will North Korea
Start WWIII?