Putting paper to pen
Call it my Zen
Then I say it the normal way
Pen to paper
Try to contemplate about
What could come later
And about past poems
Which considered who was greater
Me the debater of
Things established by the “creator”
Or you the hater
So which came first and later
The chicken
Or the cock that would mate her
I does say
My golly, I just don’t know
Oh
These conversations we must have
Like one my mother and I just had
The fact that she’s worked all her life
Seen no profit
I guess that’s just too bad
GOD we’ll call him that
I won’t call him black…or white
Not even for spite
Because I’m just exemplifying some of the
Things
With this world that just aren’t right
Unnecessary suffering
Unnecessary pain
Makes me feel that for those of us
Who can do better we might have to
Chase after unnecessary gain
I know and
To you if I said I choose not to
You’d say I was selfish
I guess
But living this life is not you
That too
That’s true
Don’t get me wrong I agree
But I’m just frustrated
That the world
Is so off balanced and imperfectly created
Telling us we’re all the same
But that’s all in a word
Make’s me think what’s in a name
And the people who say we’re always
Looking for somebody to blame
Are the people to blame
I won’t name any because what’s in a name
We’re all the same
Things such as this make the anger rise in me
But I hold it back because not everybody
Needs to see the size in me
That, if you get it, was a subtle attempt to
Make you smile
Because the content’s a little heavy
Weighted down because my style
Is putting paper to pen
Askin’ you what came first…
Chicken or hen
And if you think that question
Isn’t relevant
After reading…
Then
I’ll just sell out get stylish and
Criticise this paper with a pen
G.C. Feb. 15/2008
Edits May 07/2012