Problem of being a poet as in me.

There are times when I don't feel set to write, why?

The reality beyond the screen?

It lost something over the years, plus the cell phone has people looking googly eyed and with blank faces.  I mean people find it hard to high five anymore with out clashing their medal.  And sex stars just can't climb out of the screen.  People walk into traps with Pokiman, and its fame producing and pranks just suck more this year.  So out do the hulk, surely.

Let Hillary be president..

A time for something to scratch upon

I need a human or maybe

A different kind of thing

For life so strange I have no time

She looks upon me dreamily 

A time for cuts and bruises

Having sat there for to long

Something in the dark all alone

Naked and waiting for the sound

Of a brand new scratching post.

Win one for the team and the bards and the poets of ryme.

Magic.

When lit critics lose their lips 

Then their asses get active

Emitting many sounds

Among other things.

When I was young my Grandma handed me a huge book of Bob Dylan Poetry.

The battle over death is not worth anything, as to end the death penalty, to heal then is something.