Deep Thought

Not everyone agrees with me.
Their deficit of character —
is just so plain to see
while mine, confined to character
to rhyme, for me an impossibility!
Should forward back the words I throw
in this time of necessity,
or shrug and say that’s the way it goes
and has for an eternity?

I Dreamed A Dream Of Terrorists, I Hope I Peed My Pants

Otherwise all I had was a nocturnal happenstance.
I hope it was woman for I am sore afraid,
now I’ll spend the whole damned day
worried that I’m gay.