Confessions of a Founding Father: A Poem

Listen up:

I’m only going to say this once.

Pay attention.

I never chopped down the fucking cherry tree.
I'm not some prim and proper elder statesman, 
oozing wisdom from every orifice.

People who tell you that are liars.

Guess what.

I can tell those.
That's how I got this job.
But I don't want it anymore.
I like booze and women
and I hate Ben Franklin. Pompous ass.
I don't want to spend my entire life in some dusty hall
arguing with a bunch of stuffy idiots.
I don't want to lead.
I want to live.

Big Bad Wolf: A Poem

They look at my teeth

and they go pale

They look at my eyes

all big and red

and they run screaming

but no one ever asks

About the size of my heart

Black: A Poem

It is the shade of the hidden

The anthem of the survivors.

It flows through the air like water, 

worming its way between

 the cracks in our minds,

Engulfing our souls, 

and forcing us down

into bliss

Spectrum: A Poem

Yellow has his cowards, shaking in their boots

Their jaundiced skin is slick with sweat

Green beckons to the envious 

and draws them in

With promises of power.

White has her snow, 

falling fresh upon the ground

She watches the dawn.

Black offers sanctuary to thieves 

and cloaks the whispers of the mad.

What do I have?

Nothing rhymes with me.