Little Cutie Poems



  Little Cutie Poems

  Copyright © Kevin Marx 2013

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  Table of Contents

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Part 4

  Part 5

  Part 6

  Part 7

  Part 8

  Part 9

  Part 10

  Part 11

  Part 12

  Part 13

  Part 1

  I like to eat ketchup with my french fries

  Predator drones can't hear children's cries

  Black Friday discounted my 60" TV

  War, peace, it's all the same to me

  Cops arrested my friend for smoking weed

  My gay boss can't marry but I don't take heed

  The Feds are spying on my email

  Whatever, I'm rich, I'll post my bail

  Earned millions from my derivative friends

  It's okay no one understands what I just said

  Ignorance reigns, weather at ten

  The new sports season has just started again

  Citizens demand an end to guns

  While B-52s go on bombing runs

  Think about the children they yell and command

  As long as those children are born in this land

  They'll go on the air and lay the blame

  Little do we know it's all just a game

  We all lose to the golden kings

  All hail to the masters we proudly sing

  Online I have five thousand friends

  But in real life I can't count one

  I'll have to pull on countless threads

  To untangle what I've become

  Poetry really is

  The worst form of expression

  People always whining

  About their problems or obsessions

  Why can't they write a book

  Or maybe a short story

  Because the fact of the matter is

  Poets get no glory

  Maybe when they die

  Something will be remembered

  We all block poets out

  All the links are severed

  If poor poor Farrah Fawcett had known

  That her death would be eclipsed

  She would have stayed at home that day

  And eaten a bunch of chips

  If poor old Ed McMahon had known

  That he would have died so soon

  He wouldn't have worried about his house

  And just taken a rocket to the moon

  Lucky Lucky Billy Mays

  Lucky because he waited

  Died at fifty like MJ

  His news coverage wasn't abated

  Henceforth it shall be known

  That June Two Thousand and Nine

  Was a great month to die alone

  In view of the public eye

  I know what it’s like

  To be a computer

  Because I’m stuck

  In infinite loops

  She wasn't mine that day

  She didn't push him away

  She'd take anyone to bed

  Makes me wish I was dead

  Waits for him as he passes out

  It's nothing I want to talk about

  Leaves without saying goodbye

  Makes me wish I could actually cry

  He wasn't mine that day

  He didn't push her away

  He'd take anyone to bed

  Makes me wish I was dead

  Waits for her as she passes out

  It's nothing I want to talk about

  Leaves without saying goodbye

  Makes me wish I could actually cry

  I drank

  Three cups of coffee today

  Can't seem to

  Keep the fatigue at bay

  Smiled at

  A kid on the subway

  But this

  Frown I wear won't go away

  I drowned myself

  In a bottle last night

  No one seemed

  Concerned by my plight

  Told myself to

  Continue the fight

  But things just never

  Turn out right

  I shot up three times to

  End the pain

  I watched the junk

  Go into my vein

  The real world is

  Such a strain

  On the fantasy

  I've created

  Inside of my brain

  When I'm alone

  I can be myself

  When I'm with you

  I'm somebody else

  Among more people

  I'll change again

  The possibilities

  Never end

  Secrecy in the modern age

  Is frequently played on the world stage

  They lock up the traitors in a cage

  Their intent written on the title page

  Thoughts of peace in the Middle East

  Are just dreams to say the least

  For the military industrial beast

  Must devour it's delicious feast

  Protests are a joke of the past

  These overseers are unabashed

  But times they sure are changing fast

  Shield yourself and brace for the blast

  No one I know

  Makes me laugh

  No one I see

  Entertains me

  Part 2

  I am God and I’ve nothing to do

  So I’m just going to split myself in two

  Two and two makes four again

  I’ve just built myself three nice new friends

  We talk a bit and then I think

  What would I look like dressed in pink

  So I split my parts once more for show

  Because I’ve really got no where else to go

  Our numbers have reached upwards of forty

  And now we’re feeling in a large majority

  To take up arms and challenge each other

  To see if we can eradicate one another

  Someone stops to yell up from the floor

  This would be so much more fun with more

  So we all agree to split again

  Until we’ve finally reached the end

  Millions and Billions and trillions too

  These numbers for us are nothing new

  There’s no limit to our power in sight

  We all agree, who cares? Let’s fight!

  The whole thing becomes a game for me

  All the parts I’ve made will set me free

  Only when I’ve reached infinity

  Can I lose myself and finally see

  Hey hey hey!

  Update your resume!

  That's what they say

  So that you may

  One day

  Find a job

  Immigration

  Emigration

  What ever is in a name?

  The walls they build around us

  Work together just the same

  Eventually were all going to die

  Our children's children will say goodbye

  To all they've ever loved and known

  The earth will sit silently alone

  But then too will come the day

  The sun will rise and have its way

  Fusing the dust from the sky

  With atoms smashed the earth says goodbye

  The atoms then
will rule again

  But short lived will be their reign

  For they too shall radiate

  Bringing nuclei to an end

  All that’s left is cosmic dust

  So sad it can make you choke

  Formless and without will

  That's why I laugh at jokes

  I drink and drink and drink and drink

  But it doesn’t change

  How I think

  I'll buy myself some nice new things

  But short lived is the joy they bring

  My attention turns another way

  But it just seems that everyday

  I

  Don't know what I want

  Don't know what I need

  Nothing that exists

  Ever seems to please

  I just

  Don't know what to say

  Don't know what to share

  No one that I know

  Ever seems to care

  So

  I'll go shopping one more time

  I'll spend all my hard earned dimes

  I'll buy myself some happiness

  But they're sold out I must confess

  Why didn't I say

  What I wanted to say

  Why didn’t I do

  What I wanted to do

  My life is all but over now

  And I spent it without knowing you

  I spent it dreaming idly by

  As I watched the days

  Float on and die

  I spent it only thinking of how

  It could and should have been

  And now I'm left

  With just regrets

  And a sorrow only gods can know

  If only I'd been

  How I should have then

  I wouldn't be dying alone

  It was Fall 2008

  And all the politicians were beginning to hate

  Unless you liked their candidate

  In which case you were on the side of fate

  They made sure that none of you watched the debate

  As they stood there and listened and began to berate

  The issues, it seemed, were on the side plate

  Their voices, they echoed, and began to sedate

  None of them knew the capital of Kuwait

  (It's Kuwait City) so let me get something straight

  As long as you have a large estate

  You can run for president?

  To be an addict

  Is oh so sweet

  All the times you’ll have

  All the people you’ll meet

  They’re all so great

  Because you’re so high

  But before you know it

  Your life has gone by

  But what does it matter

  You achieved great fame

  You took E and K

  You tried some cocaine

  You took pot and shrooms

  You dropped LSD

  But all you’ve known

  Was a fantasy

  Your friends have left

  You’re out of cash

  You’re all alone

  Can’t find your stash

  Your habit has won

  And devoured your soul

  Nothing remains

  An infinite hole

  If more people are coming

  More people will come

  If more believing

  Belief has won

  Part 3

  Stephanie Meyers' books are widely read

  But David Foster Wallace is still dead

  Pop art is the bullet lodged in my head

  Why create

  When the masses hate

  Anything decent or insightful or great

  The intellectuals make me just as sick

  End this torture and make it quick

  Being remembered is just a trick

  Well I'm just unhappy everywhere

  And every single day

  I lie alone upon my bed

  And clasp my hands to pray

  But the god I know inside my heart

  Just doesn't seem to be

  No spirit in the heavens

  Can ever set me free

  I've been all around the world

  And haven't found a home

  I've spent time with many kinds

  But always felt alone

  An intellectual and sexual equal

  Is what the heart desires

  Someone to ignite not only the mind

  But also the erogenous fires

  Republicans claim they are for the rich

  Democrats claim they are for the poor

  To those in the middle it's all such a bore

  No one ever seems to care

  The entire world's at war

  I like caffeine alcohol and nicotine

  Everyday I take it in

  They watch me cause another scene

  Drink drink smoke smoke

  Everywhere I've ever been

  Shot hit choke choke

  I never think it's going to end

  Trying hard to reach success

  Repetition is the key

  Every day, every hour

  God is watching me

  You can be Mormon if you want

  It's an easy thing to do

  Just go door to door and flaunt

  How Jesus has saved you

  Pass out love

  And pass out hope

  Say those words

  That let you cope

  It’s free for all

  It’s free for life

  Just listen well

  And get a wife

  After death

  We’ll all ascend

  To be with God

  Until the end

  Don’t think outside

  The little book

  Don’t give me

  That jarring look

  You can be Mormon if you believe

  I swear I’ve nothing up my sleeve

  There are those in the world

  Who have confused some words

  Combining socialism and fascism together

  And it's upsetting the nerds

  Yes, they are quite different

  Not exactly the same

  So just listen for a minute

  And I shall explain

  First it must be said that

  Fascism can relate to economics too

  And have absolutely nothing to do

  With killing the Jews

  That's military fascism

  Economic fascism is when

  A company comes to the government with paper and pen

  And says, "Here take this money and write me some laws!"

  "So that I may run my company without any flaws!"

  "The tax loopholes you give me will be my advantage!"

  "The other companies I compete with won't be able to manage!"

  And thus they get their monopoly

  Through inefficiency

  And it affects our currency

  Because when these companies fail

  The government has agreed to pay for the bail

  Out

  Socialism is when the government takes over the game

  These evil companies exist and capitalism is to blame!

  So they take out the profit because they say its corrupted

  But don't worry your services won't be interrupted!

  We already have socialism here in America

  And have had it for quite some time

  Our schools, the post office, social security, welfare, medicare

  Just to name a few

  Sorry this doesn't rhyme

  But here's something more basic

  It's like the CEO is a politician

  And he's on a mission

  Because he's got ambition

  So they go and outlaw all the competition

  And they get their monopoly again

  Through ine
fficiency

  And it affects our currency

  Because when these socialist programs break

  The government gives out more money than it could ever hope to take

  In

  But in both of these cases there is only control

  Both -isms work together to take over our soul

  Why is there so much fear for letting us free?

  Wouldn't there be even more prosperity?

  Socialist programs can be done through charity

  Competing companies evolve through disparity

  All we need is politicians who will stand up for freedom!

  Needless to say, that's more than a rarity

  So I hope that we've all learned something today

  Stop calling Obama a socialist, its just cliche

  If we have to be factual he's actually a fascist

  But seriously what's in a name anyway?

  Met my girl last night

  We started to fight

  I told her let it go

  It's something I can't show

  Says she can't understand

  Says she won't hold my hand

  Says she needs more time

  Says she'll always be mine

  But I'll never see her again

  So don't tell me we're friends

  Nothing new begins

  That's just how it ends

  I don't enjoy those normal things

  That others seem to love

  I don't relate to normal feelings

  Held so tightly up above

  I won't eat out

  Don't want to drink

  Parties bore me to no end

  I'm filled with doubt

  I cannot think

  There's no one I call friend

  I'd like to shout

  As boredom blinks

  This I will transcend

  I've had a bout

  I've hit the brink

  I'll have to just pretend

  I don't enjoy those other things

  That normal people seem to do

  But on my face a smile springs

  Though it looks a bit askew

  The blind man thinks the world is beautiful

  For he can not open his eyes

  The deaf man trusts everyone he knows

  For he can not hear the lies

  The mute man knows the ugly truth

  Though everyone calls him dumb

  The true man feels nothing at all

  For his body is entirely numb

  Part 4

  Secrets and lies

  Are hard to disguise

  Behind prying eyes

  As deceptions arise

  Thus trust is a bust

  In the world of lust

  Where deception's a must

  Turning hearts to dust

  Nothing is real

  Nothing is real

  The internet makes me see and feel

  Things I wish could be true

  Things that I can't prove to you

  Nothing is real

  Nothing is real

  The internet is my only meal

  The war has been moved a block down the street

  And all you cowards you liars you cheaters and fools

  Just sit there and listen and nod your heads

  Because this time it’s your guy that won

  The leader can do our land no wrong

  The leader must become increasingly strong

  The critics now were the loyalists then

  In four more years it’s vise versa again

  All day I can barely stay awake

  This tired feeling I just can't shake

  Then when the time finally comes for bed

  Upon my pillow I rest my head

  I find myself lost in thought

  Try as I might its all for naught

  I can't fade into unconsciousness

  My networked brain is just a mess

  I hate how I can't ever sleep

  They say we sow and then we reap

  But I just can't ever seem to keep

  My thoughts bound up

  Somewhere deep

  The pain inside will start to seep