Sometimes I feel like the things that matter most are out of reach
How did it come to be that in 2017 a poem written in 1935 can ring so true?
Virtual justice. We just saved the world.
I’ve got a thousand things to say. Unfortunately, I’m down to a few hundred words with which to say them.
he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.
Somehow I sit here thinking of those things
Things that were once you and me
Dodo doesn’t like me.
So I don’t like Dodo.
What a fair trade, eh?
I’m not the same as you
so you don’t understand me
and even though it’s not justified
you get it all turned around and
decide that because of the things
I do you hate me and
I don’t like it.
Silence, playing the blues-
So I threw my rock out into the middle of a big lake yesterday.
I threw my rock out as far as I could throw.
Here in my safety I am free
Free to be as I am
Free to be what I am
To live as me
life, friendship, love
turtles live alone
without love, understanding or
inside their shells are dreams of
a rich life
where friends don’t go away
love last beyond the next
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