Alright, the first poem I post here is my most *famous* poem. Meaning that it is the one that I have published absolutely everywhere I can (online), probably as a result of the feelings that it shares. It is the most political thing I have written, getting direct inspiration from Green Day, particularly the most recent album, American Idiot, as well as the single Favorite Son. It even draws some of its verse from Favorite Son, and one of the singles from American Idiot, called Holiday. Alright now, enough babble...

More More More

"More More More" and "less less less"
how much more fickle can a nation get?
more money, more trickey, more deaths—
less taxes, less freedom, less voice for our case
I hate to be another screaming
punk rocker with a bleeding heart
and empty pockets, sitting,
whining like a wanton
but I beg your pardom for just one moment
and ask that you'll excuse me please
because I'm sure even you believe
that people can do rash things whilst they grieve
I know four years is not enough
to dry a nation's fallen tears
but through our grief we can still see
that we can do good with our new years
so many lives could we have saved
so many, too early, met their graves
in a war that could have been prevented
as easily as I am saying it.
No man could easily quite do
exactly what this boy has done
no man could hold themselves so high
as one nation's Favorite Son
for having done such foul (fowl) deeds