I'm proud of my humility
It's my best feature
I tell it to all I know
Slipping through the cracks of society
Ever so loudly
You can't trust someone who is prideful
That is why I have become so humble
I tell it to all I know
Then I rattle on down the street
And wave to all I see
Confidence:
(n) Knowing you have
at least one purpose in life
that society values
and brings you fulfillment
Also see:
-Happiness
-Direction
-Regret
It was funny
When he traveled
People would ask where he was from
He would say 'America'
One Argentinian called him out
For applying his country to the rest of the Americas
His friend would say he was from Mexico
It was technically true
Though he moved to California
When he was three
And had been a United Statesian since
Some people don't know that the Scavenger Hunts
That Leah devised
Came from her writing a pulse about how she was needing motivation
To write prompts
And I said make them public
Now I smile every time I see a prompt
How an idea can grow organically
Sometimes so simply it makes you sick
After beating your head on that one
GREAT
idea
Ideas are funny that way
Little friggin' fingertraps
I usually destroy
The backpack sat
In Panera Bread
In an unassuming town in Indiana
I looked around and saw
People deciding what to eat
One lady prattling on about
How her friend was upset at God
For giving her a son instead
Of the daughter she so wanted
All of her other friends talked to God
And got what they wanted
The backpack sat
In Panera Bread
It sat there for ten minutes
I saw myself go up and report the potential bomb
And the cops showing up
Asking a few questions
A nice lady saying she just left it there while she waited
On her food
The backpack sat
In Panera Bread
I saw myself get up to go to the bathroom
And an explosion erupting blowing out the windows
The shrapnel from the cafe chairs and tables
Melding into my flesh
I got up and went to the bathroom
Put my tray in the tray bin
Threw my cup of water out
Went outside
There was a storm that was supposed to be coming
I looked for my raincoat
Minimize liability
Provide a service
Responsive to the public
Minimize liability
Provide a service
Responsive to the public
Minimize liability
Provide a service
Responsive to the public
Minimize liability
All burnt out and no where to go
It only took 13 poems
Someone to blame
Anyone to blame
I blame the school system
And the parents
I remember wise, old words
My grandpa used to say to me
Sitting on that musty porch
He used to say, 'Remember, the most important
Words you'll need to say are-
My existence is artificial
Propped up by technology
By the first farming implement
By the first real sewer
The first power plant
The first antibiotic
My hunter-gather self
Would never be able to support
This many people
The happiness manual says
Among many things
That for one to be happy
One must be in the 'present'
Not in the past
(The Happiness manual says
Among many things...)
((That's not funny))
Or in the future
(This is the last line)
What a boring proposition
I am feeling sheepish
Like an actual sheep
Take me out to pasture
What about all the ability of the world to come crashing down?
With a signature or a shot?
What about the loving I could be getting?
What about thunderstorms and light graces?
No
concentrate
on this poem
keep writing in quatrains
It IS the proper poetic form after all
No more ruminations or silly questions or poems
Type this until you get to the last line
This is the last line
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