28

my soul's still
when i'm rolling on a board

the sound of spinning bearings
silences all sound

there's absolutely no point
and no one keeps score

i don't care if i land it
or just fall to the ground

27

i'm tired of my heart
and my fists

i get too worked up
over meaningless shit

but until other people
begin to stand up

i'll be the one saying
enough is enough
...
i've seen too much
with these blue eyes

i'm tired of watching kids
sent off to die

they're not fighting for oil
or someone's freedom fries

they are fighting,
just trying to stay alive
...
the storms come
and then the storms go

while the rich watch on tv
the poor lose their homes

politicians will delay
until judgement day

but they don't know
that it was yesterday
...
to take pills
or cry myself to sleep

am i strong willed
or am i just as weak

i suppose either way
you can say what you say

'cause i'm stuck with myself
at the end of the day

26

fuck baby boomers
those selfish over-consumers

the Beatles were a pop boy-band
the Beetle was a shitty tin can

you're economy rapers
10 years from wearing diapers

i don't care if you sit in your shit
because i'm sick and tired of dealing with it

you had your boom and you had your bang
and you'll all move to Florida when you're old and lame

but you'll be perched on your retirement home's rooves in your baseball hats and jeans
as the melting glaciers make Florida look like 2005 New Orleans

25

all things
yield to love

both hell below
and heaven above

the depths of space
and the limits of time

the future ahead
and the past behind

after my breath is gone
and my cells are undone

me and my love
will still be as one

24

your pathetic attempt to imitate
beat poetry to sell jeans
does not impress me

soda companies pretending
that people jumping into fountains are original
has not sold me

your use of underground iconography
to sell sneakers
will not work on me

the counter-culture has
and always will
remain free

23

the heels shift your weight
just right
causing your lower back
to arch so,
forcing your ample breasts
and firm buttocks
to both thrust upward

your pale skin
working to highlight
your jet black hair
and supple lips
painted bright red

each step a graceful stretch
as your entire body undulates,
hips swaying with the precision
of a pendulum
hair bobbing at your shoulders
as you go

your eyes almost make me want to believe
that what they are saying
is the truth...

...and then you opened your mouth
all that practice and poise
all that seduction
gone in a sentence

22

why should i have to pretend
to be happy when a cop hands me a ticket?

why should i have to pretend
that i have ANY respect for my boss?

why should i have to pretend
that i don't like to swear?

why should i have to pretend
that i am not horny 90% of the time?

why should i have to pretend
that weed is bad but beer is good?

why should i have to pretend
that adulthood is any less fucked-up than childhood?

why should i have to pretend
that you are not an asshole?

why should i have to pretend
that i don't like to make-pretend anymore?