a poem for today, 13 October 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]
It's people like you that cause people like us problems.
Obviously, none of us is capable of completely letting go of other people’s opinions about us.
I know three people who have died literally.
We don't advocate for people because it's easy.
That makes people anxious.
Someday all the pigs are gonna be in here and all the people out there.
I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
Most people think it's a mermaid because of its long, beautiful tail.
Beware of people.