Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


I used to believe that
There was some integrity in all people.

But I look at my parents,
Wondering where their good integrity went.

I took that integrity.

I knew how to use it
But I promise to give it back!

Sometimes I wish I were in heaven,
To save me the trouble of dying.

July 9, 2004

Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem

316,272 Poems Read