may 25th

a poem about motivation



i get up in a haze
of apathetic rage
i stumble bumble tumble
some way through the days
im not sure whether i ever
had motivation
im not clever and i never
found remuneration
in money worth the effort that i needed just to earn iti
ve got to have a reason - i just wish i could discern it
ive given up on fame - its lame - im too ugly for tv
and i stopped trying to be popular about 1993
its great when i create something almost posessing beauty
but its not enough to live for and i have no sense of duty
i despise the pride and prjudice of a patriotic nation
theres no need to spread my seed throughout the overpopultation
we can survive without a drive for constant procreation
i may be slow but im not slowing
never knowing what keeps me going

but i think its probably you