I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen