Have you figured out yet
that all along, the
Yes, who doesn’t want to be one of the rich and famous?
I don’t see why not…
They are some of the unhappiest and loneliest people
in the world who have sold their souls
for the sake of fame and money.
I guess, We could join in their misery
and roll around drunken on their
floors on top all that money
and throw it up in the air
and watch it float down
like paper airplanes
and poke us in the
What if you found out that being a success was a
dreamt up by
someone who thought they
knew what was good for us
more than we do and that they
didn’t even follow their own preaching
because they didn’t know what the hell they
were talking about in the first place?
Well, it is
a bunch of bull,
but it would help
all your future hospital bills
for drug and alcohol addition
success and that lonely at the top
crap makes you
one sad guy.
If we were both clowns, would you be
some innocent child
wanted to be like us?
would you walk straight over to me and agree
to wipe each other’s eyes with a
Would we be proud to teach this kid how to become a
clown and smile when they wanted nothing but to cry?
Remember when you said to me
“I missed my mark in life!”
Well, Boo Hoo for you!
I’m so sorry you didn’t get that glorious Clown job
you always wanted in the Circus
that you studied four years for at the
Clown training University!
It’s a pity they didn’t hand out that
official Clown diploma they promised you
because they’re the ones who taught
you how to not think for yourself anymore
by taking all your marbles away
and now you only think linear
like a rat in a maze!
Unlucky, you and I got those degrading mindless jobs
where we made Widgets for the masses
while we doodled on paper sitting at an office desk
facing strangers drawing a caricature
of our horse’s ass boss.
we opened a secret drawer
in our desk where
we hid our trusty whiskey bottle
and swigged a strong shot
when no one was looking
at our going nowhere job.
And, I’m supposed to cry for you now?
Or, maybe next morning for myself
and tearfully pour you a cup of hot green Japanese tea
and become your
trusty servant on my knees
groveling at your feet
looking at all those holes in your socks
seeing all your toes wiggle
because you want me to adore your
become your own
in a white flowing robe
and piles high turban on
my balding head
life coaching advice
you think you’re goanna
need to get
you through your
I will tell you that you are
one of the lucky ones
if you happened to miss your mark in life.
You should be grateful…
Why, you ask?
Because it makes you examine
your unexamined life.
Yet, at the same time, In the grand scheme of things, you nor I
are likely not that important to the continued running
of the entire universe; and frankly, I’m sorry to say
we are both
God, does that hurt
my huge aching ego.
It doesn’t matter how you die.
It doesn’t matter when you die.
But, it matters to no end
to that beautiful soul hidden somewhere deep
how you’d lived your life.
Just make sure you screw up a lot,
fall down on your face,
work in a job you hate,
say all the wrong stupid things,
hurt a lot of people,
be holier than thou,
be a fool,
be trendy and
read the latest fashion magazine,
keep thinkin’ you’re really a hot item,
act like a rock star, an actor, or a business mogul,
keep that chip on your shoulder,
lose all your money through divorce,
have your family abandon and betray you,
end up alone with no one,
smoke a lot of cigarettes,
continue being an A_____E to everybody with a good heart
except to the other A______S who really deserve to be
F____D around and treated like
hang around a bunch of losers
and users who have been posing as your truest friends
but are in fact traitors who would jump at the chance to stab you in your back
in a split second
to steal five bucks out of your wallet
while you drank yourself under the table as frequently
while you were in a bar trying to pick up
on all those cute young chicks
who only rolled their eyes
behind your back
because you are twenty years
like a dirty old frump,
then look back at all those wasted years
you spent in vain
before we got ugly
blow drying that hair
that used to be there
splashing on that
that always makes everyone puke in the
realizing you don’t
admire what you
Then, you might begin to learn a lot
from a few hard karmic lessons
and become someone
what he’s proud of
nothing in the public eye.
Our jobs are our own custom-made
we wear as comedy/tragedy masks
allowing those twisted faces of death to define us.
What a damned pity
we are so petty
But, one day you found out your job didn’t define you
and you woke up from that nightmare
with a sweaty brow.
Let me tell you something I have learned.
It isn’t the money.
It isn’t the fame.
All that we were told we should do and become and how we should act
may very well strengthen the soul
that has many more than nine lives
over our now decrepit bodies
because you can’t quite put a handle on all that
and take it with you
when you start teasing the Hobo’s dog.
He’ll bite the s__t out of your leg
and break an old tooth off
that will fester
make your leg
then he’ll bite you on your left ass
and then you’ll have to
tuck a pillow under it
to sit on
to eat oatmeal because
you can’t keep solid
food down anymore,
that ego that failed you so
miserably in life
sitting on the other end
watching all your escapades like
an old fashioned TV soap opera, laughing
at you when you became
nothing but a paid actor.
It was that very thing
that got everything going
in the wrong
in the first place
a long, long time
and, when that day came
you felt that emptiness
cause’ you thought
you finally made it to the
you began to
why you worked so damned hard
receiving so damned little
in return for all your
and you felt so betrayed and empty
in a society that always told you
that this was the cobblestone road to
happiness and that you’d look
back someday and
discover all you did
and, you started thinking
what you did
and for whom
you did it for
you realized they
pulled the wool over
because the fact is that
for simply being
and, always generously
for being phony
what they want
betraying your heart of hearts
withholding those sacred words
aching in your gut
you always knew
was your duty