POETRY
ODE TO COFFEE
by Dan Diaz ©2001
Why am I feeling so drowsy today?
Why am I mad at those getting in my way?
Why is my mind going far and astray?
Because it's morning and I haven't have my coffee.
Why are my thoughts so blurred and senses so weak?
Why is my path so down the hill and up the creek?
Why am I so tired that I almost can't speak?
Because it's morning and I STILL haven't had my coffee.
Why do I want to kill all co-workers in sight?
Why do I wish I slept better last night?
Why am I fighting for consciousness with all of my might?
Because it's time to work and I STILL haven't had my coffee.
Why am I suddenly in a much better mood?
Why am I no longer so bitter and rude?
Why is my sanity no longer unglued?
Becuse Oh happy day! I finally have my coffee!
I WISH THAT YOU WERE DEAD.
by Dan Diaz.
All we do is bicker and fight.
It seems to run all day and night.
You always put my patience to the test.
I don't know why you have to be a pest.
The way you treat me is a disgrace.
I'm sick of your big ugly face.
You're good at making my face turn bright red.
That's why I wish that you were dead.
You criticize me all the time.
You like to moan and fuss and whine.
Why do you have to yell and laugh at me?
I'd rather drive and crash into a tree.
You push my buttons because you can.
The you-know-what has hit the fan.
You didn't hear me wrong, that's what I said.
Oh yes, I wish that you were dead.
I want to burn your body with a torch.
And scatter your ashes on my back porch.
You'll be more tolerable pound for pound
when your'e buried six feet underground.
The only way to settle the score
'cause frankly, I can't take it no more.
You give me aches and pains inside my head.
That's why I wish that you were dead.
YUPPIE CLOWN.
by Dan Diaz.
Who does this guy think he is?
What is this persona of his?
Everything he wears is a suit and a tie.
Always with his head in the sky.
Always concerned and obsessed with money.
If you look at it though, it's kinda funny.
Without his suit and high-paying job,
he'd just be another human slob.
He can't be trusted, he has no friend
except greed and deception, which has no end.
Why does he think he's better than me?
If only the world could make him see.....
"Oh look at me! Aren't I superior?
I drive a VOLVO with leather interior!"
In his feeble mind, you can't amount
to anything at all without a bank account.
He could not live a simple life
or else he'd end it with a knife.
Folks like him just scream and holler
in the name of the great almighty dollar.
Listen closely and you will hear
those soulless yuppies rave and cheer.
"Oh heavenly father we worship you,
thy name is greed oh yes it's true.
We could not live in poverty.
Why that would be just blasphemy!
We earned the title of upper class.
It wasn't easy kissing all that ass.
But it was worth it being greedy
looking past the poor and needy."
They'll stab your back, so just beware.
They're rich and snobby and they don't care.
But I try not to let it get me down
'cause I'm glad I'm not some yuppie clown.
All poems. Copyright 1999. Mr Cane Productions. All rights reserved.
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