All the Best Satirists

Maybe I should study Buddhism
Or Greek mythology
Just to have something else to
Parody

Maybe I should take up
Another addiction
And forget about the regular itinerary
This nice little party
They’re throwing me
For reasons that cannot faze

There is no sense in tradition
Family is all that matters
But family’s what’s driving us crazy
And I dream of a times’ told
Terribly old, satirical story
And want to be a piece of it
For centuries it’s remained untitled
But I scoff and give it one

“How to exist on your own terms”

And I’m burning calories
Burning up the atmosphere
And I’m in harmony
Writing etudes on misery
And if you fill me up
I will not spill
Because anyone irrelevant
Can clearly see
I’m making something of
Being a nobody

But I’m still learning
How to exist on my own terms
How to craft a new given name
No senseless vowels or consonants
May hold it back from the gathering of
The burning hearts of dying stars
That stretch into deep space
And send back lunar melodies
To greet us on the radio
The familiar tunes
Having yet to be heard

These are the means on how
To exist
To feel
To sense
But never quite
To see