A Mature, Respectfully Artistic Poem Written for Kanye West

A Mature, Respectfully Artistic Poem Written for Kanye West Or

                  (Kanye Is A Douchebag)



So just the other day I

Was writing a poem

About Beck


Then Kanye tried to steal it,


What the heck?


And then I was writing a poem

For Beyoncé too, but

Kanye told me I wasn’t

Good enough to


So now let’s face it

Perhaps Kanye was right,

Perhaps it’s because

Beck & Taylor are white

But masterfully I being

Quite artistic too

Say “Kanye you’re a douchebag”

So here’s a poem for you


(I just hope that you respect my artistry)


~ R.M. 


she dreams in syllabus

“You dream in syllabus, questions. And see the lines that others cannot.
And you waltz across the dance floor of the world with verses and wit.

For this moment
Is honest, simple.

But does not truly exist, or last forever”



tom waits diner
I’ve always been a word guy, I like weird words and I like American slang and all that and words that are no longer being used… I like to drag them out of the box and wave them around… this is an interesting one, it’s amazing how in addition to punctuation just a little pause in the wrong place can just completely transform the meaning of something.
~ Tom Waits



No one around

Not a single sound






Just like in the

Movies where

The world has just

Ended, just like

The calm before

The storm


Or maybe just like

Before a

Zombie apocalypse

zombie writer


As I sit here alone

In my apartment wondering

Why I am alone perhaps

The last human being left,

Perhaps some zombie’s

Next big mac & large fries

Tomorrow or maybe even their

Happy meal with a shake.



But what if I too have

Become a zombie

But just don’t know

It yet?


And what if I too am the

First zombie poet ever

Writing the first un-dead

Zombie poem?


Would all the other zombies

Read it? Or relate to it? Would

They understand my zombie

Feelings or sit around at the

Next undead Zombie Poetry

Festival and make snapping sounds

As all their fingers fell off or would

They even attempt to clap with only

Their one good arm left?



And what if I’m not

Really a zombie? Would they all

Just eventually accept me for who I really am?

Or will they all just be exactly like

They were before all this?


Just like all humans with all of their

Anger, jealousy, war & hate, murder

And all their petty unfair advantages

Over their fellow zombie friends?




Because I don’t believe that there

Could possibly be a better,

More loving & caring, kinder

Zombie world or universe

Waiting in the wings, and

I don’t believe that they would

All just be friendly monsters

Who just like to eat vegans,

Republicans or tea party members


Because damn it

I just believe that sometimes

That the world could use a remake

Or perhaps just a reason. And I

Believe that if we just keep

Walking around dead or alive

That eventually one day we will all

Find our way to peace using or eating

Our own brains.

In the end.