Trading brains

If your head
had someone
else's brain,
the one
that is
the target
of all your
vitriol
and fierce
harsh
criticism
would you
still be the same
after trading
worlds for
a spell
of time?
Would you lose
your mind as
you take a stroll
down the roads
that they
walk upon
each day
and see the
catastrophes
and misfortunes
that you've
never known
in your
realm
of
existence?
No two minds
are the
same
and no
two eyes
with give
an exact
matching
account,
perhaps
we would
all learn
not
to
judge

The Big Waste

From the poor,
others gain wisdom,
from the rich
comes the knowledge
of money
and the love
of it,
and that very
cruel thing
Is the root
of all evil,
a man of such
blessings
wastes his
life counting
money
and sowing pillows
made of it
with so many
dollars
that it would take
a hundred lifetimes
to eat it up,
an indigent life
is never wasted
because his
life is that
example,
of how joy
 can
be found
in the
vast dung hill
of toil,
and he
has
nothing
and takes
all to his
death
and is buried
with everything
he has
and thus
he wins
and the
rich man
wastes
everything
he has to
brew more
riches,
sleeping on
a king size
gold mine
like
a dragon
for all the
world to see
but they
cannot touch it,
and the hungry
behemoth  of
greed and it's
teeth devour
every morsel
of poor folk's
prosperity
and off the
backs of
pauper's,
they gain
their throne
on top of
the world
excavating
a colossal
calamity
crater,
a mighty
mouth
of
indigence
and
a high demand
for cheap noodles
and bologna
and pass
the torch
of their
piggish
legacy
at the
threshold
of death's
creaking
door

The Forlorn Years

  

There were days when 

I wished that an asteroid 

would hit the earth

and that I would never

wake up

to see another morning

and my depression

stuck my face

to a grey wall

of despair

awaking day

after day

in the prison 

cell of

my oh so

hopeless

mind

walking 

in circles

my life was

so bad I thought

I could do

eternity in

hell

standing on

my head

and every day

each minute rode 

on the back

of a snail

and only

millions of prayers

helped me

escape