I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
