The hesitant poet

I’M HAVING TROUBLE DYING

says the right side

my habits are not conducive to that end

small joys like shopping trips for next month’s food

get in the way

pleased myself

in my new chicom shoes

with white stenciled messages written in white

on the tongue and sides

and my New Orleans socks

with the Saints fleur de lis woven into the black and white

while the coach serves out his suspension

for encouraging violence in the violent game played in the arena

and watching a truly evil man

mouthing

God bless America

after telling lies for half an hour
to thirty five million dumbheads watching TV

perhaps it is the existence of this evil empire

that confirms the existence of that invisible

mythical entity

guiding the hand of governance in the

republic to the south

and a leader of so much promise

who immediately broke all those promises
once elected

and whose only concrete accomplishment

is loosing of the state assassins

and the grisly murder of yet another albeit guilty human being

while signing into law yet more draconian dictates

violating the very constitution he is sworn to uphold

 all the while drone bombing  mud walled villages

and wedding celebrations half a world away

while the one percent completes the rape on the economy
unhinderd by any threat or hint of punishment

and the so called opposition screams

in support of that guilty one prercent
we want

more more more.

shut the fuck up says the left side

your demise will come as predicted

and fishing for compliments on Facebook

will have to do for now

the T shirt you have helped design

for the Queen of your Heart

will soon be ready

and you will soon discover a gift for the

Prince of your Dreams

to send at the same time

perhaps fate is waiting until you complete

your French lessons

and will be spelt out

in your death rattle

or in the production

of the three books you have promised

I’m having trouble dying

indeed.

JWL 

                                                       WORTH LIVING FOR