Alexander the Great
had a wart on his ****,
it bothered him
so much he cried;
he was stuck with the thing,
it wouldn’t go away,
no matter how hard
he tried; he tried doctors,
magicians, incantations
and chants, formulas
to help him in bed,
but it wouldn’t go away,
he was stuck with the thing,
so he conquered the world instead.

what the heck is wrong with me,
ain't I got no sense?
I've spent my time with
frivolity, and lacked for
recompense; I never counted
anything before, but now
I'm feeling spent, maybe
I should have
played the game

Oh, ****
everything
I said before
is null and void
I have been
found out,
in the category
of preposterous.
the realm of bravado

oh ****, it's Friday
and nobody gives a ****
they're all drinking

Don't look up,
because if you divert
your attention
you will be blindsided
with more misery;
keep a steady eye
on the goal and
trudge forward,
your prayers
have already
been heard

I went looking
for my mother's grave;
it took me two weeks to find it,
and when I did, I was standing
on it; I actually looked around
to see if anyone else saw
what I had just done

The wind comes along
and cools your body
and lifts your spirits
and softens your day,
and pushes you gently
in a certain direction,
or blows so hard
you must stay wide awake;
and on those days
when it’s hot and still,
you want the wind to cool you,
don't you, and at those times
when you’re all alone,
you want the wind for comfort;
and on those days
when you’re not quite sure
and you want to see
clouds hurrying by,
you want the wind
to show you where
your heart must go,
but you cannot have it,
it comes when it wants
and it blows where it will,
it belongs to another,
one greater than you.