random

Acts of kindness have gone
Shit out the window
In this day of age
People looking out for themselves
And I don’t blame them
I’m constantly looking out for me
Whats the good if your not getting back
At least I can acknowledge that
I try to give back now and then
I think about it
Sometimes I even hold a door for someone
Offer someone some of my food
Listen to someone complain
Give someone a ride
Toss them a coin for treating me well (doesn’t happen often)
Except for the staff at dunkin donuts
They feel entitled to keeping my change
So I request my change with extra napkins
In case I spill coffee and donut on myself
I need to look out for me
Nobody else is gonna clean up after
My messes in life

true love

is there "one true love"?

sure, along with dwarves, 
wicked queens,
wizards and fairies
your "one true love" 
could go away 
and there will be a  replacement

with over 7 billion people
walking the earth 
you will be sure 
to find someone else


but sometimes we just can't

bring on the good times

with time

comes insignificant shit

no more caring

about what you wear

what kind of car you drive

what size tv you own

if your liked on a social networking site

if people think you’re an asshole

how people look at you

how you look at people

all that doesn’t matter

and should never matter

but we get caught up

in it anyhow

only things to look forward to

are watching your children grow

time alone

a good drink

a good lay now and then

and a

peaceful and easy death

so bring on the good times

a slice of happiness

reality bites you 
in the ass 


when you return


and spreads 
it's venom

through
 your entire body 


taking away any 
experience 


that provided you 


with a slice of happiness


and freedom 



but while your there


drinking


ogling


laughing


meeting new people


recovering


and loosening up 
the bones



people 
from all walks of life 


from 


renegades


vigilantes 


posers


attorneys


doctors


garbage men


mail men


drunks


whores


and addicts 



will be there together


respecting 
the same thing


life on two wheels


and the open road



and when you listen 
to tales

from the 
old timer


who has traveled


all over the world


he tells you this



"the only two things 
in life

i have not done

was 
stick needles in my arms 


and do homosexuality" 


which means he has done


a lot of other shit





and

when your told


to keep pocket knives tucked


and colors hidden 


you know 
there is business somewhere 


but not as long

as your not 
fucking

with another persons 
bike or old lady



for the time being


you just get drunk


enjoy the company


and piss and shit


in the cleanest 
porta potters


ever 



and


when it's time 


to bring your dead soul back 


you forget a little



but remind yourself


there will be next year

to a woman who feels more comfortable nude

she said she was

going to pole dance

under the tent

she strayed away

because she was nervous

she declined alcohol

because she would get

in trouble for drinking

she denied being under

other substances

and her presentation

was that of nervousness

her hesitation to

display herself in

front of an audience

was confusing

because

her full time job

was that of a

“professional dancer”

i could only assume she

was a little flustered

because she had to keep

her clothes on during this

show

to the bad ass rocker

and when your bass swings

and your fingers play

tricks with the strings

and your voice echoes

through the empty spaces

it becomes difficult

knowing that the cold winds

will soon blow

carrying me back

to a common place

away from the carnival

where the nightfall

your majestic presence

and booze

were a distraction

to my other

existence

ode to jello shot woman

I realize there is always

somebody new

someone more than I am

someone with more incentive

for you

and I know

what you do

making life sweet

so I give my best to you

but because I mean so well

keep me in mind

for every shot you

provide