“I'm not so fond of blonds,And the painful blurry view to swim with my eyes open,There are never enough cats in the sun with hand sized yawns,While there are far too many crew cut lawns.The pond of my perception is too small,And for now I am king.I know that I know nearly nothing,Except someday I want to be eaten,When I die I'll see the ocean,And when I'm dead I'll see the stars.Who needs eyes.For those who have no taste for my disgraces, I don’t have a kiss for those who condemn,All my kisses have the taste of "me" on my lips...It's a shame for you and them.Because I don't hold life with ten foot tongs,They're too heavy, and marines gloves are too white. Gorge on the illusion of purity like chocolate if you wish.But truth is a masochists pleasure,A feast of metaphysical worms.We crack our eyes at sun break,It dawns on us to shake the chills,Hand it to those who fall, or crawl from their beds for their own sake,Cheers to those who fight the battle who know they can't win.To those who make a new notch on their belts and tighten it around the day,So it won't bleed dry, I whisper to you:"To live is to bleed. Let go."You can become Vegetarians if you wish,And if you lust for brown chunks of ground beef,If that brings back the comforts of your childhood,I'll make you meatless meat balls We are all fools and liars, Who perpetuate one another's lies. Does anyone fake an orgasm for themselves? I think I shall.It makes some nickels and dimes that I might lie to myself,Living makes me sea sick,Just to feel the warm swimming of a still lake, Fantasizing while I flail in frigid ocean.I can’t count the breaths I have left.But who decided reality couldn't be beautiful.For those who are depressed, I understand.But remember. Life is not caned. You always have choice.An infinite buffet of beautiful and delicious lies,Or truth: Your own choice. To live, die, laugh or cry.It was always up to you.Smoke your lives down to the bone if you wish,And tell your growing cancers bedtime stories, Of how it was.But please don't tell yourself that’s how it had to be,Unless you are a lover with that lie.I understand that choice.I'd rather swim with eyes open each day,Embrace the biting ocean cold,With blurry eyes, the beautiful vision of truth,I chose to smile and laugh at tower sized waves,For inevitably I am to be fearlessly eaten,By a fish of many shades of gray.So I might serve purpose beyond my words,And the lives I have touched while holding hands in the swells.I pray he be huge. And that I feed him well.When my day comes.”