Feelings

Sometimes

It all seems so big and awful

I feel like dropping to my knees

And blubbering like a little girl

For the rape of innocence

And the possibility 

That the human race

Has finally lost its best days 

To filth and depravity

Grief and cruelty

Then other times 

I feel like painting a clown suit

On my naked body with Squeezy-Cheeze

And diving headlong into a vat overflowing

With starving baby mice

About now

I am feeling 

Like some feelings

Shouldn’t be shared openly

With strangers