My name is Chance. This is my poem for 08-01-2005…

“Hey! Look at that!”

— “Where?”

”Over there!”

— “All those things you spoke about?”

“No! The things I’ll do without!”

— “But, I knew when you wanted them!”

“I know, I know, but times have changed!”

— “And now you’re so quick to condemn?”

“But friend, my life’s been re-arranged!

“I once puked out these half-life truths
that made me think ‘I needed proof.’
And now I see there is no use.
This self-abuse I shall let loose!”

— “So what’s the new and what’s the gem,
this new found path you have within?”

“I’ll tell what you want to hear
but first you’ll have to be sincere!”

— “I am sincere, I so must know!
I’ll listen with a cherub’s glow!”

“Then point your hungry ears this way
and chew these words that I daresay…”

“The anger, pain and hate within
Are never warm but cold blood tin

Like garbage in a sewer stew
They melt you twice and ruin you!

So question why you never tried
to love instead of crucify?

To trust instead of crushing souls?
To fight instead of lose control?”

(And so the 2nd one pauses for a second; thinks, then says:)

— “Hey! Look at that!”

“Where?”

— ”Over there!”

“All those things we spoke about?”

— “No! The things I’ll do without!”