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Recently at night,
All my son wants to do is eat,
But he can't seem to stay on the teat.
Then, I want to go crazy.

See, I'm not lazy
When it comes to loving him.
But, my mind thinks it's a sin
To not pay him mind
For any period of time.

Then, an argument ensues
In my brain
Saying it's angry
But calling me lame.

It argued for a while.
Then, I finally understood,
The reason for this conflict
Is I feel I'm not heard.

(Late night thoughts.)

I have no good advice for a new mother.
Think not that abandonment of one kind or another
I only just know how to be a brother.

And a mildly resentful one at that.

From what I've seen of his family
it will not a very long time be
that a recently newborn baby
shall learn to contemplate thee.

At least in the ways they do.

There once was a dirigible
that some saw as quite risible.
It then took flight.
twas quite a sight,
and was to all now visible.

A Trog seems an amiable fellow,
On first sight, you'd think him quite mellow,
But make too much noise,
Or mess with his toys,
Then he'll fly off his handle and bellow.

Fnord is a Renaissance fellow
Whose demeanor is perfectly mellow
Someone called him "Sleaze"
For his "Evidence, Please?"
Which upset him so much that he couldn't finish his limerick properly!

Sorry to hear that Fnord
it must have struck a chord.

I'm feeling I'll at ease
sitting here feeling ill will
toward my neighbor.
Leave won't you, please!?

I'd like to be great
not feeling left out
of some big play
that didn't work out.

Why should I be here?
Who wants to understand
what I go through,
instead of making me fear?

If you give me peace,
then stay with me.
Make me understand lovingly,
That some bad things cease
when I care
for someone other than me
who cares for me and won't flee.

I don't pretend to understand
the particulars of a circumstance
so please do not me reprimand,
especially from irksome distance.

But why would anyone flee
from one who makes words like thee?
I don't really know you caThar4G
but you seem just fine to me.

unrelated:

Too much science
and not enough art
makes little johnny's
mind into a fart.

flee from thee, filthy fly!
yet another filthy bug makes me sigh-
disturbing my peace is a buzzing fly
until it is gone my plans are awry
if it crash-lands in my soup, "ACH!" i'll cry
its continued buzzing i can't abide
it cannot be part of the food i'll fry
so a clean kill with no splat i will try
my vacuum will suck it up nice and dry
and the next fly had better be more sly
if it wants to stay alive, warm and dry.

is that from thee for me?

The rhyme about the fly was funny.
I thought, "I wish my neighbor was a fly.'
I wouldn't be able to hear her.
And, my mind would be nice and sunny.

I may have to leave anyway
because she complained
that I've crossed her boundary
to the management yesterday.


She probably thinks I'm an enemy.
My son's safer near me
in a place far away
from people like her
who think I'm an enemy
for trying to be heard in a nice way
and trying to be a better person to see.

(I just don't like this rhyme I made here.
It doesn't seem all that clear and is a little drear.)

My mind is pained from writing
about someone I don't like.
Maybe I should think of something good
like riding a bike,

or seeing my son's face
when he just wakes up,
or the orange juice
that fills my cup.

There's things in life I want
that I wish I can obtain.
If I won the lottery one day,
that may help ease my pain.

But, that's in the cards.
Who knows if that would occur.
Life is a choice.
It's not made by my neighbor.

And, that gives me hope
because she is not God.
She doesn't ultimately decide my fate,
even if upon me she may trod.

There once was a man from Nantucket
who told the government to go suck it.
A grand fine did he pay
and in jail did he play.
From then on he was wary to say "f*** it."

I get an uneasy feeling
sometimes in bed.
I feel like my feelings
have turned to heavy dread.

Some of it has to do with anticipation.
Some of it has to do with annoyance.
Sometimes I'd like to be mean.
Sometimes I feel ready for retaliation.

I dream of things good and things bad.
Some of them are heavy with grief.
Some of them are happy and brief.
Some of them are from being mad.

Sometimes I feel lonely and grieved.
I get angry at times. But, if I'm not angry,
near the time I fall to sleep,
I feel somewhat relieved.