If a thing is worth the work
Required to do it well
Then it is also worth the time
To be lousy as Hell.
If you hunt and fight and sing
And miss and lose and cry
You’ve far surpassed the many
Who were too afraid to try.
The losers of the universe
Die proudly in the sand,
Pleased to bear their battle scars
With dirt upon their hand.
There are no failures in the world
Of doing what’s worthwhile,
For both the best and all the rest
Have earned the right to smile.
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I’ve heard you call me lazy,
Saying I get nothing done,
That I’m pale as a potato
‘Cause I’m never in the sun,
That I show up late for everything
And don’t talk very much
And I try to be romantic
But I just seem out of touch.
What I haven’t heard you saying
Is how still my mind can be
And softly sitting in the dark
I’m happy as can be,
That I fight to leave the comfort
That being lonely can afford
And how loving normal people
Often tends to make me bored.
You talk about the negatives
I often demonstrate.
I admit, of course, I do them
But I do them without hate.
I’m a champion of stillness
And a friend to every stress
And what you call “being nobody”
Is what I call success.
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My car may have it’s share of dings,
I may not buy you fancy things,
I might forget your name a lot,
I might comment “Your mom is hot,”
I might not read your favorite book,
I’ll seldom clean and never cook,
But if you become my wife
You can wear sweat pants for the rest of your life!
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I used a plastic straw
At one point in my life
Which means I’ll never have a job,
A home, a car, a wife.
I’ll die reviled and alone
And someone will steal my kidney.
I only hope enough turtles live
To guide Marlin to Nemo in Sydney.
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When I look into your eyes
I see past the grand disguise,
Past the diamonds and the dress
And paint to cover up the stress,
Past your ever-graceful way
Maintained despite a grueling day.
In your eyes, so dark and still,
I see you as no camera will.
In your eyes I see, unhidden,
Slippers, sweatpants, and a kitten.
Twinkle brightly little star
For those who see you as you are.
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Fellow men, we gaze upon
A rather dismal breaking dawn,
The starting of a pinkish hour
Where sticks and stones have lost their power,
Where words can harm and looks can kill
And love is just “Netflix and Chill.”
Her lips that once you moved to kiss
Now move to bear you false witness.
That bed you’ve long longed to be in
Belongs to the procrustean.
The Goddess idol whom you praised
Commands her temple to be razed.
The deed is done, the seed is sown:
Take comfort in the silicone!
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Here I am, a little boy.
How strongly my heart beats
Gazing on an elder swan
Praying time repeats,
For how can I grow ever older
As the world grows ever colder
Knowing my arms will never enfold her,
And facing only defeats?
Here I am, a tiny man
Seeing into the past
A lady, once in a lifetime
Traveling ever too fast.
Many a princess has been misled
Into kissing a frog, but not when it’s dead
And I, but a tadpole, just watched as she fled
And I wish my heart might beat its last
For how can you live with a soul
Guaranteed to miss half of its whole,
Being born in a land whose cruel history planned
To demand from your hand unfair toll?
For a frog may love flying,
But know only a leap, imitation.
So I, left unborn in the past
See my love through a like limitation,
With a heart never freed
From perpetual need
Knowing she’ll never read
This most pitiful seed
That someday just might grow
To a tree that might show
Just how far I would go
So that maybe she’d know
Here I am!
Here I am!
Here I go!
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