Living for fun & profit

Posted in Stuff on September 25, 2021 by rawbacon

“All we gotta do

is entertain ourselves

until the end”

is a sociopathic thing to say.

But also a reasonable reason

to keep on keeping on.

Is this art?

Posted in Stuff on September 24, 2021 by rawbacon

A place for everything

and everything in its place.

Oh, where did I leave my keys?

And my humanity?

Something imitating something.

All the way down.

It’s never too late

Posted in Stuff on September 24, 2021 by rawbacon

Maybe just give up?

Beat the rush.

You’re worth it,

for a given definition

of worth.

Posted in Stuff on July 24, 2021 by rawbacon

If we can’t believe in

the impossible,

we’re never gonna

make it.

History makes me sad

Posted in Stuff on July 23, 2021 by rawbacon

That’s all.

It shouldn’t.

But humans are idiots.

Don’t be an idiot.

Pimping ain’t for the faint

Posted in Stuff on June 22, 2021 by rawbacon

You say

you can’t pay the rent?

Well baby, I ain’t your pimp.

And you’re feeling lowdown blue?

Again, what can I say but

I ain’t your pimp.

You wanted to see the world.

Experience all that you could.

Feel the love & lust,

only a real man

could offer.

Well, there’s a price for that

and I ain’t paying,

’cause I ain’t your pimp,

anymore.

Remembrance

Posted in Stuff on June 21, 2021 by rawbacon

I remember..

the desert,

cold in the early morning light.

I remember..

the beach,

clouded in fog.

I remember..

and I long

and I would cry

if I had any tears left,

if I had any years left.

It is known to all

Posted in Stuff on June 7, 2021 by rawbacon

Who knows

what evil lurks

in the heart of man?

I do!

All of it, every rotten thing.

On a sunny Wednesday afternoon

Posted in Stuff on June 2, 2021 by rawbacon

There’s no fear

solely

when I’m alone.

Yet,

we’re only human

in relation

to other humans.

So,

to be human

is to fear.

That’s good to know,

I guess.

Silence is golden

Posted in Stuff on May 27, 2021 by rawbacon

Oh, what’s the point?

We asked the Lady,

expecting the usual stoney silence.

But for once she took pity

and showed us.

We’ll never ask again.