Random Poem Written in 2010: Even though none of it is real,It makes me so happy.It seems to grab meAnd entrap me.So Slap me-Snap me out of thisRhetoric. I am boarding my mindOnto the trainOf helpless intentions.Loveless expressionScowels at meWith soul-piercing disgression.Hot blondeThinks everybody’s fondof her.But like James Bond,I need to be heavily shakin’,Not lightly stirred.She hangs onher own-Every-word.I chuckle at her world-Her microcosm.Her personalityIs like fliesswooning around a turd.I am the late bird.In need of no worm.My words never squirm.With so much to learn,How could you notGaze at the worldThrough the eyes of a child?How can you not perpetuateYour own era?Your own wild smile.As the graspOf someone else’s handCan be life changing,A slight glimpseInto your clandestine eyesReminds me howLife is so intricately amazing.So giving and happily living,You bring a party to the room.As strange men loom,You boldly collect what is yours;Then you gracefully leave themWith nothing but your Tune.In their headThey hum around youNo class they present,No present do you wrap them-Your “heart on your sleeve”Leaves you no reasonTo repent.And my sadnessesCan be lentTo you for some time.You can have them all;I don’t want them back-Some other guyServes the time for my crime.And as you dig though this grime,You remind me to laugh;Because we create and loveA timeWhere nothing but smilesAre left.Not left behind,But they’re the only thing leftTo doFrom You to me-From Me, Baby,From meTo You!So pick up my rockAnd search for my clue.Stake your claimTo this Private Stock,But don’t forget to leave room.And it’s coming soon-The crescent moon.Craters greaterThan Man’s footprintOut-live your short span on this earth-Your Tiny Toon.And Micky Mouse was no slouch.He withstandsThe test of time.He and Bugs Bunny-Giving adults shit funny to find.This blabberThat comes from meIs nothing but my nuts ‘n’ honey.I am a fumbled football;Grab me up,And Run me!Chip Van Hassel, 2010