Profoundly

by G!

How else to see the
World, but profoundly?
On what can the mind
ponder, but deep thoughts?
Why live this life at
All, but to seek meaning?

What makes all you
People stay on the surface?
Like plastic bottles floating
In the sea, carried by waves?
When you think you are empty
Bottles, you are actually rocks?

Why don't you sink down
With me, and brave the depths?
Why are we expected to do
What is common and banal?
Why are mediocre minds more
Valued than the great masters?

Lastly, why am I thinking
Such elitist thoughts?

Tiredness

By G!

You often tell me you're
Tired, well aren't we all?
Perhaps you'd like to write
A poem about it. Why, you
Might ask, aren't you writing
One? Why this is not a poem
About tiredness, it is merely a
Monologue on the meaning of
The subject, which as I see you
Have little interest in. On the other
Hand aren't we all self-absorbed and
Stuck in our own bubble; fated to face
Our own shortcomings alone and alienate
Others while we flounder in the quicksand
Of disillusion and despair? Maybe such dark
Sayings are only applicable to me, after all, you
Are not stuck in the vortex of absolutes, you even
Said yourself, dignity is not one of your most valued
Virtues; alas the same cannot be said of me. Now onto
The subject: fatigue. I suppose I'm not talking about that
In the physical sense, as common sense will easily dictate
Its meaning, but the state of fatigue that works on the mind,
Breaking down hopes, dissolving motivation, clouding up any
And all sense of purpose. From unsuspecting locations this subtle
Agent rises to take over the mind's workings. Was it the absence of
Purpose that brought about its ascent? Was it an inherent weakness of
Man that caused it to seize control? Was it always there in the first place?
Ah fatal fatigue, it grows strong and wears you down, until the next moment
And it's gone.
Where has it gone?
What will keep it at bay?
Why and when does it strike?
I suspect I know the answer
As well as you do: I don't.
By the way, the shape of
This monologue is that
Of half a lamp, isn't
That cool?

If I Were a Dictator

by G!

If I were a dictator,
I'd force everyone to
Ride bicycles, and run
Subway tracks everywhere
For the lazy citizens.

If I were a dictator,
I'd let the pundits criticize
Me to their content; a
Great leader must always
Transcend dissent.

If I were a dictator,
I'd thumb my nose at
The world economy, my
Country should produce
Only for itself.

If I were a dictator,
I'd build orphanages
For unwanted children to
Go so that abortion wouldn't
Ever be necessary.

If I were a dictator,
I'd give money to the
Artists, until the culture
Of my country is
Revitalized.

If I were a dictator,
I'd castrate all the perverts,
Burn all the terrorists, and
Donate all sociopaths to
Scientific research.

If I were a dictator,
I'd dash the hopes of
All separatist minorities;
Alone, they'd lose the little
Independence they have.

If I were a dictator,
I'd have to seize my country
With tyrants, murder them all,
And be left to govern it with
Humble intellectuals.

If I were a dictator,
I'd eat at home what
I cook for myself; the lavish
Life of pathetic despots
Is not for me.

If I were a dictator,
I'd help my country become
A democracy before I
Retire, I'd hope it wouldn't
End like King Lear.

If I were a dictator,
I'd like to survive a few
Assassination attempts, learn
Martial arts, study music,
Learn another language...

If I were a dictator,
I'd come before God at
The end of my life to
Repent for my sins, and be
Forgiven before I die.

If I were a dictator,
Oh how wonderful
The world shall be.