Tag Archives: Poetry

Talking to the Recruiter

What’s the best job in the army?

It’s Minesweeping, they say;

You do everything right for years

Then your problems go away.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Legolas and Pitiless

There are lots of similarities

Between Epstein and Tolkien’s elves:

Both hang around with youngsters

And neither of them kill themselves.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

The Model Meets The Gamer

I’m young and very beautiful

As you can clearly see,

And so I guess you’re losing sleep

So oft you think of me?

It’s true that you are beautiful,

It’s true that you are young,

But I think of you as often

As the flavor of my tongue.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

When You’re Not Sure Who To Offend…

At the 5K Run for white power

People called me “Hitler” to my face.

I disagreed with them, explaining

“Unlike Hitler, I can finish a race.”

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Bless Me Son, For I Done Sinned

A while ago I wrote a poem

About how to be your own son.

Recently, through Jesus,

I wrote another one:

If you are a grandfather

Of your son’s male offspring

I’m happy to report that you

Can do an exciting thing…

If your son joins the clergy

As a Presbyterian

And you go to his church

Your grandkid is your Father’s son.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

The Givers Of Up

When you’re dead but your body won’t let you be

When you’re closed but the sign says you’re open

When you’re trying to sleep in the light and the heat

And can’t cope with how well you’re coping

It might be you’re sideways and falling

To the ground that you already touch

And it could be you feel unwelcome

In a world that adores you too much

And it could be you suffer from comfort

All alone in a room filled with you

But I have to ask why you would stay closed and die

How you feel okay to just sleep through the day

How you admit defeat to the ground at your feet

When your choices define what is true

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

How Dare I?

I don’t think it’s funny

And I don’t think it’s strange

To have autistic teenagers

Opposing climate change.

I find it quite the opposite,

A much welcomed relief

To show that neurotypicals

Need not hold their belief.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems