Monday, June 19, 2017

Unemployed

I love my job.
I hate my job.

The cool air,
Rushing through my hair.
The warm sun,
Taking all my cares.

The parents complaining
The migraines and screaming.
The constant sunburns,
The benign tumors appearing.

I must go back.
I must hold my tack.
The camp is dying,
I can’t allow that.

50 Hours of my soul a week.
A meager wage of 10 to me.
I know I have a choice,
But can’t bear to leave.

I know I’d be better off.
I know that I’ve had enough.
But there’s no one to replace me.
When I’m gone the camp will stop.

There since only a young lad.
8 years of age I was pretty bad.
I was never the best sailor even as boss,
But everyone left, for the same reasons I had.

But with my childhood, I can’t bear to part.
A little piece will die in my heart.
But I have to grow up, I can’t put off my life.
I’m sorry but my adult life must start.

“Dear boss, I’m resigning.
I have a great internship” (though I’m lying)
“Thank you for all you’ve done.
Good luck with replacement finding.”

Finally I break free.
Finally I can be me.
I can find a job I am qualified for.
I can be who I want to be.

“Dear Matt, your childhood is dead.”
At first I seethe, I can’t get this out of my head.
But then I accept it and move on.
“I can’t work there forever” is what I said.

I love not working there.

I hate that no one will ever work there again.

Breaking News

Breaking news:
New England lawmakers have just left a congregation in preparation for the coming presidency. New England has decided to secede from the Union. The senate has appointed Bernie Sanders as the first Consul of this new country. The Consul that will serve with Bernie is to be elected by the people the eve of Donald Trump's inauguration. We shall vote with a Ranked Choice voting system. All who want to stay in Trump's America may move to New York but they will be treated like Yankees fans if they return. There shall only be one legislative body, the senate, made up of four representatives from each county. The supreme court shall have 7 judges, who may serve terms of only 20 years each. The consuls shall each nominate a judge for appointment, and the legislative body shall vote to determine which judge should be appointed. If any branch of government intentionally refuses to fulfill its duties, there will be emergency elections called in which the entirety of that branch is replaced. Filibustering is strictly forbidden. Since the senate represents the wishes of the majority of people (ranked choice voting ensures the favorite candidate of most people wins) we entrust that they will not need to be filibustered. All candidates will be banned from accepting sums greater than $100 from any one group and any candidate with at least 1% of the vote shall be allowed on the stage for the first debate in all elections. This number will decrease to two candidates by the last debate. Our country has pledged in its constitution to be as green as possible, and has already tasked scientists to find better ways of filtering greenhouse gases out of the atmosphere, since we will be severely affected as a nation as sea levels rise. This is the end of this PSA. Go Pats.


America

I walk through the courtyard thinking of the $100 I want to spend.
I was gonna buy a plane ticket to see my dying grandmother.
“I can just take it from my winnings” I think, but then I realize:
that isn't how the economy works.
I buy, I spend & I get paid. I can’t just reallocate earned money and say I didn't pay a cent.
Especially  if I've offered more money than I can afford gambling that I can make a difference.
Presidential Candidates gain popularity by being racist,
There is a mass shooting every other week,
The same people that advocate for freedom of religion want to ban Muslims,
People can't afford to take time off from work to be with their family,
And I’m just another dumb millennial that will never pay off his debt.

Man, America is a fucked up place.

Defeat

Defeat
Defeat is not losing a soccer game.
Defeat is not getting a B instead of an A
Defeat is not just giving up.
Defeat is losing all hope
Defeat is putting everything you have into something and getting nowhere
Defeat is  waking up in a ditch with no money giving into the sweet poisons
Because you know you wont get anywhere from trying.
Why keep going? Why keep trying.
Defeat is looking at the wall ahead of you and saying its too high.
Who ami? Where did my principles go?
Hope is dead.
Give your soul to the sweet devil it is all over.
Accepting defeat is not accepting the inevitable
It is deciding lifes not worth the effort.
You are going to lose anyway, why not enjoy what you can.

Drink the sweet poison and lie back and let the world fade.

Heavy

It is getting hot.
Hot Hot Hot
Hands bleeding
My hands
My hands are bleeding
The sun is bright
But the wind is heavy
Pools of blood fill the sea
Burning. Evaporating. Drying.
Freezing. Melting. Dying.
Our hands are bleeding and the world is dead
The world is dead and my blood is boiling.

But that’s okay, my grandchildren can fix it.

Selfless

As I sit on a bench I drink my drink.
Beams of sun rain down on the cold stone pavement,
Warming the dry, frosty air.
Lighting the dense, empty streets.

I yawn, my self fails from lack of sleep.
It is my fault, I tried to write, but did not know what He meant.
Cutting that young, strong boy premature.
A true adult when the heart no longer beats.

Mom and Dad say grow up now,
Get a job to pay the bills and marry and give us grandkids.
Stop playing with dumb, old toys.
Think about your future.

I drink my drink and think how
I am a failure, intentionally, but through nothing i did
Or did not, as certain focus drowns out noise,
But sweet simple the music that plays



Inheritance

Inheritance

As the filthy baboons bicker,
Break your hockey stick,
And throw it in a wood chipper.

Trade in those snowboard tricks,
And learn to wakeboard instead.
Or skateboard if you’re an optimist.

First they deny the water has lead,
Then they say they can’t fix it.
When they finally try, everyone is dead.

The baboons say, “Kids will love this,”
“Summer vacation is now forever”
“Why would you take that from the kids?”

“Think of the money you will save in winter,”
“You will never have to burn oil again!”
Disgraceful. Begin to poison by conditioner.

The dreadful beams of warmth radiate my skin.
The disgusting taste of my fathers’ failures,
Fill me with fire, at their inaction and sin.

But the fire sinks down like a dying sailor,
There are no more trees left to burn.
So I trade in my car for a whaler.

From our parents, still few of us learn,
The hopeful cast away their faith,
We stuff the American dream for an urn

As the beautiful night turns to bay,
The city that never sleeps, sleep always.




La Felicità


Cos’è la felicità?
È una suona,
Rilassare i milioni chi ascoltano?
O solo una maschera,
Tenerci al sicuro,
Nascondere le delusioni brutte della vita.

La felicità non ha la moralità.
Gioia è indiscriminato.
I malvagi sono felice,
I poveri innocenti sono triste.
Justizia, dove sei?

Cos’è la felicità?
È una cosa vera,
Inspirare i milioni per seguire un sogno?
O è appena una bugia,
Tenerci al ignaro,
Nascondere le delusioni brutte della vita.

La felicità nasconde la brutalità.
Gioa ha causato
la vita per valere del dolore,
E l’ha dato l’intenzione.
Il scopo, eccoti.

La felicità non solo nasconde il mal,
Anche, lo combatte.
Ci sarebbe la malvagità sempre,
Ma anche sarebbe la felicità e la bontà,
Per fare i tristi felici e gli affamati alimentati.
Felicità è il più importante dei tutti.
E senza, non ci sarebbe nulla di buona del mondo.

 

La Stracciatella

Quando ti mordo vedo.
Gli aromi mescolano insieme perfettamente.
Gli ingredienti, cioccolato e vaniglia, con dolce melodia.
Quando ti mordo vedo.

Eppure, qualche volta, i pezzi sono troppo largo.
Il gusto non ha distribuito. È solo pezzi di cioccolato e mari di vaniglia.
Quando gli ingredienti fermano lavorare insieme, c’è solitamente la guerra.
Vogliano dominare la mia lingua, ma nemmeno vince, come manco il passato.

Quando ti mordo vedo.
Gli aromi non mescolano insieme.
Gli ingredienti, cioccolato e vaniglia, si litigano brutalmente.
Quando ti mordo vedo.


All the Seasons

Today we must write on the seasons class

Fall winter spring summer
Spring fall summer summer
Summer spring summer summer
Summer summer summer summer

Yes, today we must write a composition on the seasons:
Historically.


The Death Of A Prisoner

The Gradual, Unfortunate Death of a Prisoner
In the fizzing soda a morose droplet swells with stale air.
It jumps, determined to go over that glass barrier,

Then it solemnly descends back into its gas chamber.

Vapor

Vapor
I reach through the air:
No gentle hand grasps.
I fade away.
I shout for a friend:
Livid snipes tease back.
I hide away.
I write to make change:
My words are ignored.
My words erased.
I appeal the harsh sentence:
The execution has begun.
My friend erased.
I try to become better:
Over bridges I walk.
Several have collapsed.
I try to rebuild wreckage:
People are behind me.
Several have collapsed.
I try to be a leader:
I lead to progress.
Progress is poison.
I try to be a medic:
I give out antibiotics.
Progress still poison.
I look at what’s behind:
Death, Wreckage, and mistakes.
The world vapor.
I seize a few gasps:
Toxic air, no animals
The life vapor.
I reach through the air:
No gentle hand grasps.
I fade away.

My Normal Family

A girl wakes up every day with the nightmares of her mother’s screams.
She tells herself she will leave her home as fast as she can.
And she does, on the day that she turn eighteen.
The girl packs up and then looks for a man.

The girl couldn’t get accepted into college,
And so there were few jobs available
The dream of leaving poverty would be demolished
And forever she’d be forced to wait tables.

At a club she sees a face flash a smile,
she returns in like and then they begin to talk
The two become married in a short while,
And so the girl found what she had sought.

The girl, now married, had money,
but not only that, she had a child.
and the future seemed sunny,
but the storm was at its most mild.

“Today Mommy and Daddy fought about me bringing my blanket to school.
Daddy threw me outside, but then I heard them agree.
I heard them high five, and then sent me to the cruel,
cruel place where I can’t even bring my blankee.”

“Today I have the fifth grade science fair.
Mom said not to tell Dad about it.
If Dad knew, we couldn’t be there,
Since I had to skip football practice.

But when I got home, Dad knew where I had gone.
I apologized, but then he began to scream,
‘This is my house and it’s my mon-’
His fist was raised at me, but Mom had got between


It and my face, and so my Dad got even madder.
I was thrown up the stairs and then locked in my room.
As I listened, screams got louder and sobs got sadder.
I wanted to mop up the tears but I have only, a broom.”

“And so I got to Middle School, but had no friends,
Until one day some kids taught me what could make me feel better.
They gave me a drink, one that mends
They said it would get rid of all my troubles and I said ‘sure’”

“My mom always says how she is a klutz,
And tries to say that nothing is wrong,
But I know the burns are from cigarettes,
And the caged bird is afraid to sing her song.

I have a drink and forget about it.
My eyes get heavy and my legs go weak.
Before I fall I make sure i sit,
But then I collapse on the bed and fall asleep.”

“I see her face in my dreams, bruised, burned, bloody,
And I see the sadness in her eyes, the stream of tears coming down.
The ground gets cold, dark, damp and muddy.
I’m shaken awake and I’m being held against the ground.

My dad is holding the bottle shouting words
He breaks it and points it at me
As if I’d see what I hadn’t heard
That his threats aren’t empty.”

“My parents divorced and it’s all my fault.
I skipped school and borrowed some drinks from the liquor store.
I look at my arm and I think of the belt.
I see all the cuts, all the scars, and all the sores

I take a drink and let the world disappear
All my troubles go away
I feel like I’m not even here,
As if it’s no longer day.”

“I just finished high school and now I’m a carpenter.
I have a girlfriend and I very much love her.
But when I get angry, I hit her, I kick her.
It’s almost as if I’ve become my father”

“So I drink, I drink my heart out and come home.
I see my kid and he needs discipline.
i grab my belt and smack his dome,
But his death isn’t a sin”

Its all because of the government
The government needs to keep us away from poverty.
It needs to pass and implement
Bills to enhance our safety.

The government is keeping us poor.
My parents married because of money.
And now I always pass out lying on the floor,
And my wife flinches whenever I say honey.

Maybe if the city recognized the marks on mine and my mother’s skin,
or maybe  if I hadn’t taken that first sip.
Maybe if silence was the loudest din.
But now I must go, I must take a trip.

To a place I’ll never leave,
To a place for those who kill.
But I will never believe
That anything could have saved me from the ill.

The disease is running through my veins,
It has happened in my family for years.
I wish I slowed the reigns,

But it seems I’ve just drunk too many beers.