jonberger

Accept the daily grumbles,
the crumbling facade that everything’ll always be all right.
It won’t, but that’s all right.
You’ll find a way to cope
with what’s wrong.
You’re more resilient than you know.
You’ve just got to let it go.

Let your desperate grasping falter
let your need for control dissipate.
Let your iron will get soft, like clouds.
Do not take the bait.

Be a calm one.
Let it wash over you.
Be a cool one.
Take the time to feel.
Be restrained.
Take the time to heal.
Get retrained for something new.

Accept the problems as they come.
Do not deny that rain will fall.
Know that darkness comes, no matter what
death finds us all.
But you can still take it.
You’re more resilient than you know.
You’ve just got to let it go.

Some of the "I told you so"s just aren’t worth it. Look at the native Americans.
Hell, look at the indigenous people
across the world
who have been colonized the fuck
out of their homes for hundreds of years.

Look at animals
that are just beginning to have people
see the horror of eating their brethren.

Look at a planet
that’s patiently waiting us out,
that has the upper hand,
will certainly outlive us,
will absolutely have the final
"I told you so"
on us all.

And look at Mister Denton
who cannot wait until
Larry trips down those stairs
for going too fast.
Denton’s been watching Larry
for forty years now
since Larry was five.
It’s just sad at this point.

Maybe Mr. D
should butter up the steps?

Her horoscope read"Continued effort is required
if you expect to get more attention
from that certain special someone."
She took it to heart
and moved straight ahead.

She brought meals to his desk
and got thanks in response.
She sent him poems through the mail
and received just nonchalance.
Bolder action was required
for the subject to yet yield.
She must make a big impression;
she must lean on her appeal!

She got tickets to the roller rink,
where derby they did play.
There she showed him all her prowess.
To her church she made him pray.
Then she took him for a nitecap
at a place so fancy schmance
where they had a darkened backroom
where she planned to shed his pants!

But the boy, he was a shy young lad
who grew up out of town.
He didn’t have loose morals;
he still wore a virgin’s gown.
He’d be playing hard-to-get.
At talk of sex, he winced.
He wouldn’t do it easily.
He had to be convinced.

But her horoscope had told her
"No subtlety for you.
Big gestures are required
to make that guy your boo."
She winked and flirted shamelessly
She kept the spirits flowing.
And in their cups, she pumped him up
that boy was just ’bout going.

There’s a moral to this story,
though I’m not quite sure of it.
Could be it’s geese and ganders,
Perhaps tattoos and tits.
Cuz when that couple hooked up
they were happier than hell
but when they separated,
that’s a real story to tell.

Nobody is trying to make you fail
despite how it feels.
Despite how it looks.
Despite all the counter indicative evidence:
all the stares, glares and careful whispers
all the papers pushed past your presence
all the times you’ve been pushed out of the way
all the times you’ve been pushed into traffic.

Nobody is seeking your degradation.

Nobody is working to cause you harm.
The conspiracy to bring about your downfall
has been downgraded.
The committee disbanded decades ago.

Nobody is doing anything about you anymore.
Nobody is looking at you anymore.
Nobody is in the business of you anymore.
Nobody cares about you anymore.
Nobody cares anymore.
Nobody cares
despite anything counter indicative.

Keep it short, keep it sweet with all the people that you meet.
Keep it light and pleasant
like a meet and greet.

Shake a hand and toss a grin.
Offer a quick "out & in."
Get ‘er done fast and fun
always swift as sin.

Sincerity? It could be nice.
An honest thought might add some spice
but frankly, these are extras;
never offer twice.

Speed’s of essence, speed is prime:
getting done in record time.
To connect with someone
inefficiently is almost crime.

So get the deets, it can’t be beat!
And do it really speedy fleet!
Don’t outstay your welcome.
Make it short and sweet.

The gods have granted you serenityto accept the things you can change
– like your socks.

If you are afraid to change your socks,
or, like, the place you buy socks from,
the gods have granted you courage to
go to a different store or maybe a different mall.

If you don’t like socks,
but prefer buying sandals or something,
I don’t know what to tell you.
The gods may help you,
but me,
I got nothing to say.

I’ve got to speak my truth about the Wandering Cat.He is the thing for me and that is that.
I put no creature before that striking feline.
I pray to him and he is mine.

If He’s a wanderer, then I’m a wanderer, too.
Just like Dion, only I don’t have a Sue.
The Cat and me, we’re just a travelling pair
taking to the road, like ravens do to the air.

That Cat, He simply wanders around.
And what am I? A missionarying clown
who follows Him wherever He may lay down
and makes sure that when He wants He’s unwound.

The Wandering Cat, He is a god unto me.
I pray someday, He never lets me be free.
I fear my freedom and what it could bestow
for if the Cat lets me loose, where would I go?

All my life is left living for the Wandering Cat.
He is for me, and that’s still that.
Always I’ve searched for felicitous felines
Finally I’ve found one and it’s foretold He’s divine.

If you want to sing out, sing out!But don’t be surprised if the boss has a fit.
If the boss is fine with it, that’s great!
But don’t be shocked if the customers aren’t on board.
If the customers love it, fantastic!
But if the sponsors balk, that could be an issue.
If the sponsors are with you, all rightie then!
But the voters are a fickle bunch…
If the polls come in pro, you can go go GO!
But what about the children and their sensibilities?
If the kids like it, then I guess they’re customers, too. Swell!
But what about labor?
Labor’s in favor. It’s a working song. Come on!
All right, all right, but… just don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

The drugs help immensely
keeping all the balls in the air.
Without Daddy’s Little Helper
I couldn’t meet half my goals in a week
like leaving the house
getting dressed
locking the door
bathing regularly
eating
smiling occasionally.

It’s the good stuff I take
to stay so organized.
I don’t know what I’d do without it.

Well, I suppose you could give it a try.
Yes, “doing the right thing” is all well and good,
but do you really think you’re up to it this time?
Others have talked about it before,
but is it an alternative that’s right for you?

I’m just not sure if you’ve got the stuff to give it a go.

It takes a certain sort of spine
a certitude, a polar belief system
or at least a book of rules to guide one.
Do you have a book? Can you read?

All right, you’ve got that, at least.

So you can give it a try, this “right and wrong” thing.
It’s a good enough time to try something new.
I wouldn’t advise investing too much into it, though.
If it goes bad, who do you think’ll get blamed?