So many things there are to do A world of options for me and you Our differences, endless; you and me A truth for all humanity Our actions; things we choose to do They are the answer when we’re asked: who? Who is the person that lies inside Behind those ever piercing eyes It complicated, … More Grow
How fun it is, to take a word Transform it into things unheard The past, a coffin, the future; door Their meanings changed, through metaphor Our language flexes, its members bend Its versatility, no end And as I sit here, pen in hand Exploring language; all its land I say to all, this eve I … More Metaphor
Hello my friend, please dim the light A tale I have for you tonight About a man, who long ago Was hanging up the mistletoe For ‘twas December, and time for he To decorate the Christmas tree This man; a husband, a father, too His family should come first, it’s true And yet ‘twas something, … More Priorities
Happy Valentines. Ha! Yeah right The only date I have tonight Is with my gold, to you I say And this glass of Cabernet All these hearts and all these roses All these stupid picture poses Make me so sick I could die Go stick those photos in your eye! This money’s all I want … More Happy Valentines, from Ebenezer Scrooge
Why you always look at me? Its really creepy, Mr B In bed, at work, the times I pee Those beady little eyes I see You realize you can roam around? It’s not like you are trapped in the pound It’s weird when I don’t hear a sound Then I look down, you’re on the … More Stop Looking at Me
It’s funny really, sit back and watch At all the people, climbing notch Try to break an industry That only wants to catch, release They all want content, what they need A mind like mine, that doesn’t feed On all the bullshit, all the fake And how much money can I make This game is … More Keep it Close
The real inside you wants to out Because you know what you’re about It’s scratching, teething, ripping in Creating so much real tension The world is wasted, the time is ours To fix these fucking scrapes and scars These people all have gone to hell It’s time we step up, fix the shell Well do … More The Real You
This is a story, of that I’ll tell As I fill my black inkwell A pen and pad, it works I think Yet naught compares to quill, and ink To sit within this room of black And think of all the world shall lack The pain I feel, I think it so The same as … More My Black Inkwell
I want to die But not because The reason that You’re thinking of See all I want Is for you hoes To like my poems And like my prose And come on guys We all admit That once you’re dead Your works legit I know, it makes My mind go numb That people are So … More I Want to Die
Why does he just stare at me As I’m driving, silently Watching oh so creepily Licking chops so hungrily Does he think of eating me? Does he want his bowl to be Filled with water, does he see How his gaze drives me crazy? I must breathe, I think I’m free Surely he is not … More No, B!
How the World Should Work 