Public Opinion
Why do people berate me?
Does it stem from hate?
Someone always rates me...
I'm becoming irate.

We can't help but pick and choose
Some are winners, others just loose
There's nothing you can do about it
The opinions of John Q. Public.

Can't you just leave me be?
I only want to be alone.
Or will you annoy me eternally-
Until I am nothing but bone!

We can't help but pick and choose
We make the winners, offer no clues
To why and how, we're who decide
John Q Public, we are inside.

Anarchy is where you are pushing me
To destroy your so called democracy.
Bring the cliques to their knees for me!
And expose each group's hypocracy.

We can't help but pick and choose
Oppose us and you're sure to loose.
Spit you out again and again
We're John Q Public, we always win.

Conformity seems the only way
And what have I got to lose?
My freedom, yes, until my very last day...
Now I too get to choose.

We can't help but pick and choose
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Unknown Recipient
We met long ago
On a distant shore
The sun's rays fell
Behind the mountains,
The snow topped mountains.
So cold up there
Yet we both were warm
Where we sat
On the beach towel
The waves gently kissing
Our bare feet.
We sat together
But we were alone.
I felt I could
Take your hand
And make it better
Make it like it was.
I had not the courage.
I kept the words inside.
I am alone again.
At home again.
A broken, destitute man.
Looking out my window
And in to his...
Hoping to see your face
Your eyes, your smile.
And knowing it won't happen.

The Situation
A stabbing sensation
Explodes in my heart.
My eyes are to weary
I cannot depart.
Nor can I stay
In this room made of hate
I must leave now!
My body and mind debate.
You hurt me very deep
Punctured a part of my soul.
My feelings have numbed over
My heart is a gaping hole.
Never can I trust again
Never will I share.
Although I may love again...
Never will I care.