

Shades of GrayShades of GrayShades of Gray
So very many see this world in black and white today. I, myself, see infinite shades of gray.
Oh, by the way I must say Life is so much more beautiful that way.


The Man With No NameThe Man With No NameThe Man With No Name
I once knew a man I have long since abandoned Whose name was Johnny. Listen to My story And try on My shoes.
He was a man of humble height, Five foot eight. His height didn’t phase him, though,
And his hatred would not abate.
He screamed, He yelled, Peanuts flew from his mouth As profanities from his tongue incessantly swelled.
Nothing was safe from his pillaging. My chocolate would be eaten, Objects thrown through walls, People nearly beaten.
Few enjoyed his company. His s


My MasterpieceMy MasterpieceMy Masterpiece
I had a masterpiece. It took me so long to write. But the damn fools had to screw it up, “Touch it up,” so you would buy it.
Funny, people bought my work before. I didn’t have a marketer. It was me they wanted to see, Emblazoned on the paper.
I loved that poem, I labored for hours To manifest myself in text And was wrecked like so many towers.
I’ve learned to go on. I write the words, spit them out. Some unnamed editor comes along, Makes it politically correct, and changes what they’re about.