I count my blessings every day
People love me
I love them the same way.
I've always had food
and money
and somewhere to sleep.
I am smart
and healthy,
I know how to be sweet.
The blue sky
and the green grass
makes me feel complete.
I am content
have a life well spent
In things, I'm still intent.
Homeless.
Can any of us
Understand
The mess
Of that?
What does
The future
Then mean?
Nothing.
That is obscene.
Do any
Of us care,
Who have a future,
About those
Who don’t?
No,
We walk away
Giving thanks
It is not us,
In the lucky country.
What do you think
The future of the world
Looks like,
With a moron
In the Whitehouse,
A criminal
In the Kremlin,
And the Chinese
Wanting to
Take over the world?
The earth
Has always been
More amazing
That the humans
On it,
And yet
The humans
So often think
They are
On what
The earth
depends.
Beyoncé is
A symptom
Of the world’s problems,
As the queen’s
Mindless R&B
Suits her mindless glitterati
More interested in fame and wealth
Than creative health.
She Is designed to make the cash
Rather than further the human race
And she is what happens
When marketing companies
are dictating
what is meant to be good.
On what a lot of woman’s
Understanding should depend,
Is that you are just a hole
To a lot of men
This is a significant
Problem when,
Domestic violence
You’re trying to bring to an end
We all lead useless lives
Using up the world resources
All the time searching for meaning
When there is none to be found
Except for our own self importance
And some people think
The worst thing is
That we descended
From monkeys?
Go figure?
