A slow, long stroll down the Las Vegas Strip

What I would give for just one more trip

To experience the glitz, the homelessness, the lights

All the bimbos, the beauties, the drunk fights

But to feel at home again, what a thrill

Until, that is, you check your hotel bill

With a smirk and your card, you punch your info in

And with a giant hangover, your journey back begins

One day you’ll return, to this paradise on earth

But only after you rebuild your self worth

As you check your bag and get onboard

You tell yourself “I hope that shit, they did not record”

It’s a funny thing, God’s Timing

It’s a subject you know nothing about

Much like poetry, or rhyming along

You just don’t know how it’ll all work out

But I do realize this

I don’t have full control

So when stare into the abyss

I hope it won’t take my soul

But if it does, and then I go

What option do I have?

Nothing’s up for me to know

So for each moment, I’m truly glad

“How long will this last?” you think as the deluge pelts your face

“Why can’t it just end, why can’t I feel death’s cold embrace?”

When, seemingly out of nowhere, a glimmer of light shines through

“Man…surely…I can find a way out of feeling so blue…”

As the storm descends on this on this otherwise peaceful night

The wind howls, the trees shake, the dogs cower in fright

But as any wise-man knows, this storm will soon be over

For another one to come along, the winds and rain moreover

And so, with your second wind, you begin your trudge

The freezing rain battering you, seemingly never to budge

But, step by step, you continue your slow, seemingly-endless walk

Knowing, that sometime, someday, that squall, for you it will no longer stalk

Ah, Mr. Jones, you were right all along

Life can’t be just, this, no, it’s all wrong!

There has to be more, I can feel it in my bones

That inner voice in me, it gnaws, it groans

It’s telling me to do something, anything I can

Just act for God’s sake, you don’t need a plan! 

Become Vegan, exercise more, save for a house

Go for a walk, offer more thanks, go pet you a mouse!

Life is about doing things, as you can see

It won’t wait around for you, that’s as plain as can be.

But don’t take it from me, I’m not the boss

Look within, give, live, and love, and you’ll never be at a loss.

One day soon, we’ll be old and gray

Wow have the years gone by

We’ll have our Diamond the old fashioned way

Our love will soar, on high!

And by then, Elliott will be big

He’ll take us out to dinner sometimes

And while we’re in our booth

Something within us will start to dig

That we’re so grateful we saved our dimes

And we were able to experience our youth

Icy droplets fall

Gently from the sky, into

Hick Town, about time.

Thanks for reading this!

You know what that means, don’t you?

Yep, we’re best friends now. 

Cardboard triangle

Is it a vegetable though?

Ask the government.

These “doctors” and such. 

They don’t know a thing about

Health, just prescriptions

The crunch of its bones

To become one with pavement

The fate of critters 

It’s the fog of war

Casting it’s long, dark shadow

Over my psyche

The scary accents

Potholes, rain, and lots of deer

I don’t like the rain

Snow on the TV

Raining outside the window

It’s damp, oh, its moist.

Another year has come and gone

Damn has it gone by fast

Onto life’s tapestry, it has been drawn

My memories with you will forever last

And unto this year, we advance

Never slowing down

And as we continue our steamy, love romance

We will still be the talk of the town

You are my beautiful, red rose

Or maybe a bouquet of lilies

The pups and Elliott both know

These rhymes I make are silly

But one thing I know for sure is true

That always and forever, everyday, I choose you.

Everyday you feel you give it your all

But is that even really your best?

Even as you continue your freefall

The longer and longer you stall

You really should be striving towards your best

Even if you think that you can’t

Going back repeatedly to things you’ve already addressed

All these negative thoughts? You gotta recant.

It’s just really tough getting these things off of my chest

Sometimes I just want to unplug

Take a break from this eye-straining drug

Then I click another video, view another ad-plug

I really would love to get away

Even really, just for a day

But with everything I’d miss out on, there’d surely be hell to pay.

Video after video, they drag me further in

Into this self imposed mental prison, where, therein

Once again, the time wasting will begin

One day though, it will come to a stop

I’ll grow tired of these vids, this slop

But not for another vice, another hobby, I will not swap.

Ever since I was a teen

I must have tapped that addictive gene

As my daily internet visits became evergreen

All day and all night long

I told myself “Man, there is so much to be seen”

Boy howdy was I right, and so, so wrong.