4 Short Poems
As mentioned on the Writing page, 
I originally wrote all four of these on the same page, so 
I am putting them on the same page here too, in as close to the 
original format as possible.

Happy Poems                                     Art

Happy Poems are hard to write,                What is art, you may ask
With all the violence, drugs + crime.         and answer you I will.
and people murdered all the time.             Art is a red rubber mask,
It's much easier to be pessimistic            a flower on a window sill.
than try to write something nice,             This is art, as some define it
something happy, with lots of spice.          and I am one of those.
But I try to perserver and triumph            But Art is slippery, a little bit,
and write funny stories and poems.            it slips right under your nose.
In this I'm glad I'm not alone.

Bad Reading                                         Four Things

I stand in front of a crowd                       There are four things 
reading my short stories aloud.                   you need to know to live
Then I try a poem or two                          the first is breathe
but the audience just starts to boo.              the next is eat, and the
I know that my stuff isn't the best               third is sleep.
But wish the crowd would give it a rest.          But more important than 
Still I guess my writing ability will grow.       all of that, is the most
I'm not really a poet you know.                   important piece
                                                  of advice I can give
T.V.                                              in Life: Don't Die!

Sitting alone, I write my poems,
Watching T.V. in my room.
The music blares, but commercials do too,
this world is not perfect.
What would life be like without T.V.?
Well the word peaceful comes to mind,
as do tranquil, calm, and serene.
Without T.V. I may have done better in school,
But still I think T.V. is cool.

-All written in late 1994, If I recall correctly.

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