Take it How You want It (Poem)

I say what I say And you can take it how you want it I’m not oblidged to try to change your mind I don’t need to answer your questions Or react to your antics Or partipate in your boorish mind games If you can’t understand what I’m saying Then I’m not talking to you I don’t explain myself And I don’t pander to tools

My Inner Child (Journal Entry)

My inner child sits on the curb of the culdesac of my mind. Legs crossed, arms stretched out, gazing at the vision of prosperity that both haunted and comforted me since I can remember. A vision that was birthed the moment I learned how to form an original thought. Dreaming of the day when she would grow big enough to will her vision into reality.

Authority (Poem)

Authority is like a pusstulating zit
Waiting to explode
Starts off as an infection just under the skin
Then grows in size like the penal code