I wrote these over the last 10 years, and I absolutely love writing them. Enjoy.

Welcome to the world

The most beautiful baby

Ever, and that’s that.

It’s been a whole month

Lots of burps and poops come out

As well as pure love.

My son is asleep

Snoozing away, waiting for

Nighttime, then? Chaos.

Work stresses me out

Don’t know where I’m going but

I’ll keep on trying

The electrician

May ride the lightning off work

But not here, no way.

Small, frigid window

A winter wasteland unfolds

Into nothingness

“Hey, happy Monday!” as I get a middle finger to the face.

Everyday, you grow more and more tired of this God forsaken place.

Codependency can only get you so far in this world

But then, everything, all at once, begins to unfurl

Deadlines missed, due to someone else being away

Oh, the problems, what a dazzling array

But I’ll keep grinding, until it’s all made right

For the future of my family, I’ll keep putting up a fight.

Happy Monday, I love it here.

As life continues, down it’s undefeated path

I often come back to karma’s wrath

Oh, how it rebounds and boomerangs back

Never one to be on the attack

But often, life gives us lemons

And what can we do?

We must suck it up, bring our hem in

With the help of friends, or some may say, your crew

From small wins, we will most certainly defeat

Any foe that stands against us, isn’t that neat?

When the wins keep coming

There will be no more slumming.

Oh, my great son, of which you will be one

Today I shall raise you, until the day is done

Feed you, so you grow big and strong

Hold and care for you as the evening goes along

And although you may scream and cry

I know, that not a single day that will go by

That I won’t cherish every single moment with you

And as long as I’m around, I will see it through.

Another day, another report

From my superiors, I don’t get much support

I get home, from the house I’ve made

Wishing I could hire a maid

I eat my delicious pizza, love that sauce

Feel like in my life, I am not the boss

My stomach hurts, all of the time

But hey, at least I can rhyme.

Can you even remember

The last time you felt good about money?

Looking at your budget in embers

There’s no room to be funny

The constriction of your soul

The inability to foot the bill

The feeling of loss of control

The daily feeling of being ill

So what is there to do now?

THere’s only one way out

Is it time to take the bow?

No, there’s no time to pout.

#FuckOffDebt

Down here I sulk in this damp, dark hole

With only myself I dwell

Feeling like shit is my only goal

And thus, I take a stroll

Into my own personal Hell.

“Why must I continue this?”

As I take another swig

Could it finally be Death’s final kiss?

Ah, of course I would be remiss

That my problems really aren’t all that big.

And so from this darkness I climb

A promise of mine to my son

Because truly, my problems aren’t worth a dime

And as I realize I’m running out of time,

From myself I will no longer run.

~Fin

My first poem outside of writing Haiku.