Appel au Psychologue

Toujours la nuit,
Enfoncé au lit,
Je ne vois rien de beau
Mais un noir et laid couteau!
Et je ne sais quoi faire d'autre
Sauf faire coup de fil à la votre.

Two Poems about Government

1
Wherever humans congregate
We scald our fates
To demonstrate
That God is good
Where Man is great.

2
So spoke the leader
To the posture-puffed files
And everyone in them
Applauded with smiles.
And the leader regressed
To his private-plush den,
And inking his pen
This he confessed:
The people will do
What the people will do,
I am the mouth that feeds the zoo.
I embody common fervor
Undulating into murmur.

Holy frijole I haven't a friend
And I feel like this whole great big world will end.
Nobody knows me, and I guess it's my style,
I haven't shared a feeling in a while.