gripe machine.

it's monday and rainy
and you are depressed
you're grumpier than cheney
and twice as repressed.

the work week is zany
and everyone's stressed
it's monday and rainy
and you're not impressed.

re: morse

the fool who makes choices
and immediately rejoices
is a fool that i want to be

because all my decisions
like small, sharp incisions
cut into regretter-ing me.

flip flop season.

oh, mind - you are far from decisive,
in fact, you're a bit of a flake
you say one thing, then another
you waffle 'tween chicken & steak.

you sway like a hippie at burning man
is it right? i don't know. is it wrong?
doubt and delay, they are paddles
in this endless game of brain pong.

oh, mind - you are close to intolerable
indeed, you're a tiresome mess
and despite the fact that you're all mine
what you'll choose is anyone's guess.

questioning.

could anything truly give greater enjoyment
than spending the weekend at your place of employment?

let me give it some thought

...

oh, perhaps getting shot.

thinking soda.

is the meaning of life in this rootbeer float?
i'm hoping the answer is yes
because otherwise, why did i order it
in an airport food court, no less?

will decisions be made by this rootbeer float?
i'm praying, oh, praying they will
because otherwise, who am i / what am i doing
slurping this small town swill?