the manual

life is confusion and passion,
so you better keep your seat belt on
read the manual
and try to handle it all as best you can

watch out for specific eating utensils,
and other hazardous, but simple
obstructions on your road of life
and be certain you're turning right
before you turn off the light

know who you're sharing with
and never bet or regret or wish bad things
cause karma's a bitch, but
a vigilant one who'll life you
up or leave you, well, in a ditch

don't waste your time playing
foolish games or saying
things that aren't true or
you, you'll be a fool and
ha, nobody'll like you

but don't pass up an opportunity
to be loved, even in its
most naïve ways, cause
your days'll be good and
you'll be safe and late for
work, but, oh, well,
who cares, life is confusion (and passion),
so don't ever forget you
need fusion, not fission
so make a decision
and be happy.

These words just came out one day. I feel a bit as though this poem was inspired by the style of Ms. DiFranco, though it would certainly pale in comparison to any legitimate love child of art. I printed out a few copies of this and used it as wrapping paper for a gift I gave to Kevin on his birthday. Seems like it was in November or so? I can't remember what the actual gift was. In retrospect, this poem reminds me a lot of Kevin. Was he my subconscious muse?