this poem just got rejected from shabbydollhouse.com








Master of the world.



i write this and i am at my job.

i am feeling sleepy and i want to go to bed.

i can't go to bed because i am at my job and my job is a night job.

i would like to meet some new  people.

this seems extremely difficult right now.

i don't like to work and i don't like to be sleepy.

sometimes i like to be sleepy but not now.

i don't like to work, never again.

i want to be rich and beautiful and very rich.

i want all the universe to like me.

i feel kind of neglected from the world.

i hate myself for feeling neglected.

i want to be a powerful shaman or something like that.

i will lie to my boys apprentice shamans that i don't have sex with the girls apprentice shamans.

i will be the master of the world

and then the world will love me

because i will be the master of it.

then i will climb a big rock somewhere and i will say THANKS to all the things in the world

and all the things in the world will say back to me

NO PROBLEM with one voice

and the whole thing will be great and mysterious

and i wiil be the master of the world
for a very long time

and i will be happy

and everybody and everything will be happy

until nobody and nothing will be happy again.