Geri

I wanted to find the meaning of life,
so I wrote a poem. 

I wanted to find the meaning of life, 
so I lived as a hermit by the sea. 

I wanted to find the meaning of life, 
so I killed a man. 

Life is such a bore, 
like a never ending chore. 

Life is such a bore 
like an always closing door. 

Life os such a bore, 
like a long and dulling tour. 

The Egyptain Woman stands tall. 
                 Jewles on her throat 
                 and jewels in her hands. 

It's a waste of time, 
I say, as I walk to the door. 

It's a waste of time, 
I say, when I meet your eyes. 

It's a waste of time, 
I scream inside my mind. 

It's a waste of time, 

Long ago, 
there was only the Sea, 
and her daughters, 
and the sky above. 

Before the Sea had a shore. 
Before the land met the sun. 
Before Her language was sought,

parks and parking lots 
swings and little tots 
schools and grocery shops 
libraries and flu shots 

laughter and falling tears 
musicals and forgotten fears 
birthdays and passing years