Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Thursday, April 5, 2007


Uncle Sam would sure have a laugh,
From Bush, to Washington, to William Taft,
A whole new world across the big “lake”,
Somebody help us all for Heaven’s sake!

From North to South to East to West,
Cape Cod to the Great Lakes to the Grand Canyon and the Key West,
Minnesotans strut their stuff in winter boots and coats,
In Florida they show off their sandals, while yachting in big boats.

From the Golden Gate Bridge in the West,
To the Brooklyn Bridge, claiming to be best,
The Great Lakes in Minnesota to fake lakes in Florida,
Claiming ponds to be lakes, oughta' sorta' bored ya'.

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