If we could
Appreciate people
For what is good about them
Form no judgments
About things that don’t matter
And only take issue
With their faults
It would be an improvement
Since our current approach
Is to hate or envy people
For what’s good about them
Take issue
With things that don’t matter
And form no judgments
About their faults
Beautiful people can always find company
And it’s almost always the wrong person
When I hear
The individual is not what matters
It is the group (or “system”) they belong to
I believe I recognize
The foundational step
Of every truly great evil
The world has ever known
I now you’re stressed
There’s been the tension of moving
Our oldest daughter getting married soon
And you keeping our sixteen month old grandson every day
I know that
There’s not much left
For you to give
But I miss the feeling of being wanted
Feeling admired and desired
So I fantasize
I fantasize about you
I never knew why you loved me so intensely
And I know I’ve never deserved it
But I still miss it
And
It’s
Like
Raging against a storm
The storm will go on, it has nothing to do with me
And I’ll shuffle around this new house
Putter around on my computer
And be up early again tomorrow
To go to work
And you and I will continue to give ourselves away
Completely
To everyone but each other
Isn’t it fun to laugh and joke
About the pain of others?
Isn’t it great to shove aside
Our sisters and our brothers?
Isn’t it just the cutest thing
To hate someone – and show it?
Isn’t it just so human to
Be cruel, but never know it?
Calling it a “mid-life crisis” is presumptuous, since
We don’t how long we’re going to live.
Nevertheless, I started mine early:
When I was roughly twenty-eight.
I got the obligatory red sports car, and
I wore sunglasses all the time.
I hooked up with a much younger woman, and
Was with her long enough to get divorced
And to have a child, who has
Paid the price ever since.
So, in actual mid-life, the crisis is
Dealing with the aftereffects
Of the mid-life crisis
I had prematurely
I don’t want to talk about that,
That’s what Investopedia’s for.
Instead, let’s go down to the park
And sit and talk. Then talk some more.
For I’d like to invest in you –
My time, my focus – for a spell;
And maybe, you’ll decide that you
Are interested in me, as well.
But you won’t owe me anything,
For there is nothing to repay.
When we invest, we sometimes lose:
And that is life. But that’s okay.
I am just so good-looking that
I cannot share my picture here;
For women by the hundreds would
Harass and stalk me then, I fear
This a curse quite recent, so
I haven’t felt the backlash yet;
I’ve only been this handsome since
I’m hidden on the Internet
