"It's a hard thing
to decide
what side
to be living in today.
I once
was a man
who inspired smiles
with a bright hearty laugh
and jokes for folks
that were the inside-jokes
of the English Language,
(Puns, just in case
you were wondering).
But wandering about,
in this ugly,
heinous place
makes one think
well, twice,
about what makes a side.
What makes wrong,
what makes right.
The success
of written poetry
can be measured
on finger tips;
there is no way
to make pay and rent.
Remaining neutral
even draws hate,
those who decide
to have no denomination
in different categories of life
are called derelicts
and heretics
from both sides,
being assumed
we run for the other.
Why.
Why even try.
Why even try to write,
why try to beat
this sense of helplessness.
All too many reasons to frown.
All too many things
keeping me down.
And how will I make it
as a writer?
I won't,
that's how."
I'm so sorry. You were
I'm so sorry. You were important to so many people.