Hunger Pains

today everyone is hungry
for truth
and all it takes is
some
overconfident fool to feed them.

politics is the dish
that keeps on feeding
where
the people
choose
off the menu and decide
which truth
tastes the best today.

Inspiration

i didn't want to read her
books, as i figured
if i did then
she won.
eh, i'll let her have this one
and flip
through a few pages
maybe
it'll let me get some
of my own.

ranting, that's all
under pseudo names
but was
his life that dramatic or did he take
artistic liberties?

hell, i could take liberties of my own
and steal the style
i can write
about my work
or the ticking clock

4:34
if i started now
no lunch
the day would end near noon.

i suspect stories
if not
made up
at least artificially provoked.
that's easy
thoughtless
inspiring.

Cookie

she is spot on with her reasoning.
the laptop died
because of a bad battery.
you have to move
your money around!
scooters are better
on gas.
her matter of fact banter tickled me
in the gut.
I partially wish for a cookie
so that I may walk
up proudly and put it on her plate.
good girl,
tell me more.

fortunately i wasn't her company
otherwise i might not
enjoy it
as much.
instead i may
forget it all
much like she probably does
a minute after
the words leave her mouth.
after all, there is no point
in remembering
what you say
when it's such simple banter.

uh, what's this?
a new voice just said something
an addition to her
story.
but alas
the facts were false
and off she goes correcting
yet again
in the same matter of fact
spot
on
way.

Times Change

There once was a time that made sense,
where things were lighthearted, not tense
But times have since changed
Simple now estranged
Making me to feel strangely dense.

Difference

I've never seen myself
do the things you do,
That was a reflection,
not the real me.
I'm not like you,
lying, stealing, cheating,
obsessing over yourself.
No, that wasn't me cracking
under the pressure of my own
promises I couldn't keep.
That was a reflection.
See? I'm not like you at all
That wasn't me,
throwing stones into the lake
not liking what i see
not wanting to admit
that my reflection is no different
than anybody else's.
That was my reflection.

Strangers

Oh the faces that you see
if you don't rush the other way
and turn the music off
to hear what they will say.
Oh the smiles that shine through
if you don't run away.
They'll make you wish you could
sit down and have a stay.

Happy Birthday!

Desperation

Before you smoked menthol,
you weren't addicted,
but rather in love.
Now, after having ashed
the last of your affection
and disregarding the
now empty pack
in which it came,
you search for
a stranger to hold you
over. Hoping they will
share your tastes,
but you'd settle
for menthol.

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still working on getting this right.
Post your interpretations in the comments
so I can see if it reads the way I hope.