I WILL NOT accept the things I cannot change.
I’ll break the windows of everything I know!
I’ll listen to passionate dissidents.
I want to deconstruct civilization.
I’m tired of frivolous squares
forcing circles to become squares.
I’m sick of Uncle Sam
the greedy pig, smoking
his cigar on top of Mother Earth.
I’m sad, because I’m
sick of the beast.
Squeezed by the left and right
to follow their political lead.
All I want,
Is the safety of thunderstorms
and gentle rains
and windswept red deserts.
Give me a horse, or a mule.
I’ll become an old hermit
With beauty in his life
and the wasteland in his soul.
I know that the first three segments of my poem are a little cliche But I deleted this poem at first, because I received a negative reaction from both parents. Why should I hide or sugarcoat anything that inevitably doesn’t go well with some?