Pseudo therapeutic poems, intended, however unrealistically, to solve all your problems. For what you are about to read, may the Lord make you truly thankful.

2002    112 pages

$14.95

Pseudo therapeutic poems, intended, however unrealistically, to solve all your problems.
For what you are about to read, may the Lord make you truly thankful.

I am not God

It is true
I write well
It is true
Women find me attractive
It is true
I'm charming
and sexually active

It is true
I am a genius

My intellect is vast
My talents impressive
My achievements astonishing

But do not say that I am God
I am not God
Do not pretend that I am God
I am not God

Do not think of me as God
Think of me as a god
The God of Modesty

Thinking of ewe

I'm looking over
a dog named Rover
For I miss my little lamb
Soft and silky and gentle

I'm looking over
a dog named Rover
My lamb's been away
too long

I'm looking over
a dog named Rover
Even though
I know
It's wrong

Beautiful Lies

I love
Your beautiful lies
They hide
Selfish, nasty
Ugliness inside
You look so pretty
When you lie to me
We walk
Together
Through calming darkness
Lost in a fantasy
Protected from reality
The truth is out there
If we hide, it can't find us