Dear *****,
These words I regret to send,
Without them I fear my end,
You're always with me in troubled times,
Without you I can’t write these heartfelt rhymes,
You’re 80 proof positive I have a problem,
Though, the more I seek you the less you’ll solve ‘em,
Without you in my life I cry,
With you I know I’ll surely die,
I know I’ll miss your warm embrace,
Please leave my life without a trace,
You've taken so much without return
This position you did not earn,
You entered my world with love lost,
Though your presence here is at a cost,
It’s morning now once again,
Oh how I wish I could abstain,
This whole night long all I think,
Is how I need just one last drink

You might not believe what I have to say,
but...
I learned to fly the other day.
I stuck my tongue at the ground,
then jumped but didn't seem to fall down.
The wind caught my body and flew me so high
far away into the vast endless blue of the sky
and the clouds told me jokes
about small earthy folks
then giggled and waved me a smiling goodbye.
I flew to Brazil, I flew to Japan,
feeling so weightless,
feeling so grand...
But slowly and surely
my loneliness grew,
and I longed to smell grass
and the fresh morning dew.
I must admit I missed taking a stand
with my brothers and lovers.
the immortal "man".
So I started to gently float back down to the trees,
to far away lights,
and pizza covered with cheese.
Now I'm back home with my family and friends.

Oh wait, you want to learn how to fly?
Well... just give me your hand.


(By the way, I just wanted to say that I hope anyone and everyone reading  this is feeling like a total and complete awesome bad *** today because, well, you are. End of story)

(Hands you a taco and gives you a hug)

I have lost you.
I have not lost you to another
And it is not a lost of interest.

I have lost you to the world.
I can see the life ebbing out of you
As it ***** you dry.

It blurs your face slightly,
Your eyes turn away
And your movements are weary.

I have lost you to the world.
A horrible and dark place
And it is taking you away from me.

I'm sick.
Sick of the same sights
Sick of the same smells
I've grown worn of the rituals
The same treeline
The same sky
The same stars hanging in the same place
as if I was frozen in space at the same time-
No. No more.
I am so tired of variations on a theme,
reliving the same day,
day after day.
I'm sick.
And I want to get well.
Freedom is the only cure
for this wave of oppression,
this staggering degeneracy into
the death of exploration, the crushing
of dreams without warrant, the
tyranny of wage-slavery,
the wealth built on the
sweat of the masses;
the unending rat-
race, without
any cheese-
I'm sick
I must be free.