

Cornelius FeatherbottomCornelius Featherbottom was a small, squirrel-like man. In fact, his nickname in high school had been "Squirrel-Man", which he tried to cover up by telling people he was a super hero who had the strength of a human and the mind of a squirrel. When he realized no one believed him, he went as far as putting on a tail and fighting crime all across the city. A stab wound and lawsuit later, he decided that crime-fighting may not be what his career counselor meant by "public servant". After high school, he attempted several professions, all of which he was abruptly fired. His longest stay was as the head writer for the Golden Chopstick Fortune CookCornelius Featherbottom


Money...or lack thereofPaying for date nights with nickels and dimes Working off credit card overdraft fines All I want is a new xbox game But the thousand dollar tuition is calling my nameMoney...or lack thereof
Car repairs and other things unforeseen And who could forget the new simpsons DVD My collecting vinyls has come to a stop While my parents wonder whats up
Drowning in debt I want to escape it all My checking account mimics the economy's fall The most influential thing in my life besides love Is the never-ending struggle that is money (or lack thereof)
Bill collectors knocking down my fro


SuccubusPulled down an alley by some impending doom She breaks the blackness from a mile away A cigarette floating between her blood-red lips Reflects in her soulless eyes Endless pools of hellfire and brimstone A siren born to a level of hell Too terrible for Dante to have imagined She reached out to me with razor-blade fingertips And squeezed my heart with stone cold claws She spoke with her eyes and kissed with her hips I gave her a vase of flowers She ate the flowers, shattered the vase Now broken shards in my head Blinding me with bittersweet blood Her fragranceSuccubus


1968I sometimes feel lost in the world today. I don't fit in in any way. Perhaps I belong in another time Then maybe I could fit in just fine.1968
I'm so full of poetry And social commentary Of a time that has long passed of a time that I wish could have last-ed
If I could go pick a date I'd go way back to 1968 Back to when Vietnam was fought Back to the year MLK was shot
LBJ was president, And hippies weren't so hesitant College bred knowledge & higher thought But I'd be with Dylan smoking pot.
Jim & John were still alive, &nbs
Loving

Loneliness Crashing DownYou can't escape loneliness. You could be a in a crowd and just be hit by it Waves breaking over your happinessLoneliness Crashing Down
Crashing it all down in one sweep Fallen house of cards that you built up All the friends you knew no where to be found And the people you depend upon aren't there
The best walls you build are nothing The blinding happiness just a lie of security you use False hopes that don't help when you need it most False dreams that fade against reality's truth
Most of the time...you only have yourself And some don't ev
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Maybe I shall plant eggs to harvest chickens.
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Turn up the music, Put in the head phones, && Scream your heart out! && with every word, drown out the world.
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Love doesn't walk away...
people do...
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Don't just stare at it, eat it!
I really appreciate the support
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Always take a banana to a party.
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