Lighten Up!

Holy Jesus!

Why so serious?

I know you want the air of mysterious

but this is just crazy.

Every reading you’re at

you attack me


with somber soliloquies

of sensations and sadnesses you

somehow sauntered through.

And I feel bad for you.

But is that what you want?

For me to get caught in this trap

of slapped back sorrow.

Got news for you Sunshine

you’re due to rise tomorrow.

Look, I understand

that you might have had a man

who put his hands all over you.

Then proceeded to screw the

pyramid out of the cheerleading squad.

Or maybe you had that odd sort of fellow

who liked to bellow about his peacefulness.

Who liked to express his laissez-faire

in a Lazyboy chair as he finished off the

last of your food.  

Hey that’s what pot does to you.  Right?

And I get that you had a night

where you felt so alone that

you decided to talk to the phone

even though there was no one on it.

That there was a night where you sat

with a tissue in one hand,

a bottle of painkillers in another

and you hovered over the thought

which one was the better road.

These are stories I have been told.

But hey! Let’s have fun today.

Let’s ball tap an old man and run away.

Let’s go the library

and play the penis game.

I mean there has to be that room

in your mind where you can find

the funny shit you’ve done.

Where fun is napping and

waiting for a finger in the butt.

Hey...It’s a hell of way to wake it up.

So listen to me.  I am begging  you please.

Find a way to squeeze a smile

in between the times you’ve been defiled.

Find a rest stop on the 23^rd mile

of this down road you've been walking for awhile.

Because if you don't

we'll all just kill ourselves.

Then you'll have to shelve

your self-righteous need

to make our hearts bleed

with daggers you create with your pen.

So smile little camper

things will get better.

and remember

Suicide, patricide, genocide, viricide, parricide, infanticide, tomecide, liberticide, famicide and most importantly menticide is not the answer.