Problem Solver

Surrounded by faces
The faces lead a trace
A trace of boiling blood
Burns of a hot flood
They came out for once
Only when they are upset
They want my head
Or just to make them happy again
They want a perfect world
Everything must work
Not just work
But
Efficiently
Intelligently
Proficient
Infinite happiness
Evil humans
Or delusional
Only truly alive when they believe their world is dead
And the sad part is
The man writing this poem or rant is smiling and with a devilish grin
Is saying
“I’ll try to fix all your problems for money.”
Humans want more and more and their opportunity cost is money.
I’ve bought my beautiful high end plates for my elegant meals
Pour all your problems onto my plate
After all me being delusional like you I also have a problem too
I need every plate to be filled with delusional rants on who what when where and why I’m complaining about my life.
Let the game begin as my eyes turn into %%

Rambling rumors of world peace

Small and strong
Tall and weak
Blonde wavy hair is bad
Social media isn’t important
Oh only if that was true
Death would be 100% easy
Identity wouldn’t be a word
Peace still wouldn’t exist
Peace you must react to the bad
Or what we think is bad

All you have is a smirk

Looking down on me 

You think you own the whole world 

Can’t wait prove you wrong 

Decoding humans

They don’t like me 

They keep trying to change me 

But I just shake them off 

Outside I laugh 

Inside I’m just shaking my head 

Give it time

They’ll see what I’m about 

They just need to turn the page 

I’ll write the next chapter for them 

One of a kind

Humans are unique 

We have tears of emotion

Other species don’t