Troubled dreams, compounded daily

on fixed, fluctuating interest rates

Passionate sobs, growing ever louder

unsure at to the nature of true happiness

Indecisive squeals pervading red carpets

Wondering “is it too good to be true?”

Report cards beaming at parents

or breaking the backs of negligents

Pastafarianism isn’t just a satire.

In doubt turn right, unless right leads

into a neverending circle, meant to be

seen thirty thousand years into the future.

Red roses aren’t always trite.

Fratricide, Genocide, Aibohphobia

Silly little words for silly little things

Money makers, pencil pusher’s paradise

Psychiatrist’s vantage point.

Classical music is the longing of rock stars.