Whatever works

do what you want
say what you need
be someone’s slave
or take the lead

be your own man
do what you can
brighten your perks
whatever works



built on anger
made with fear
thrown together
year after year

sewn together
with life’s thread
holding spite together
like yeast in bread

brewed up
stewed up
a recipe of fate
serving it gently
on everyone’s plate

Joy sticks

sharpened senses
moving eyes
when I see and smell
them lovely fries

yellow sticks
sticks of joy
when they crunch
oh boy oh boy

the smell
travels for miles
won’t have a few
I want piles

piles I’ll get
when I am fat
topped with mayo
need sum of that