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Just because you can

doesn't mean you should.

Just because you're tired

doesn't mean you lay it down.

Just because you're there

doesn't mean I don't think of you.

When it doesn't count

that's when I'll come through.

Looking for hope.

Finding mediocrity.

Searching your face

and seeing only apathy.

Knowing you is like

searching for Friday.

But damn, it's only Wednesday.

Just because I do

doesn't mean I wanted to.

Just because it's clear

doesn't mean they understand.

Just because the lines

say we should stay inside.

All the ones who can

are the ones who never have to hide.

'Cuz they're looking for hope

and finding only sympathy.

Searching the light

for the ones who lost their way.

Knowing their fate

is like searching for Friday.

But damn, it's only Wednesday.

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Thank you for the call

but I'm not feeling any better now.

You seem to have thought

that it was better than

nothing said at all.

And I tried to understand

all the things I thought I heard.

And I tried to understand

the empty needs in your words.

And I learned.

You don't need a lover.

You don't a friend to hold your hand.

You don't need an accidental spill

of love in your heart again.

You don't need compassion.

You need to break up your routine.

You don't need to hold on to the little things

and I guess you don't need me.

Thanks for explaining

All the things that weren't running through your head

Seems like we've had this conversation

time and time again.

And I tried to understand

what you said versus what you meant.

And I tried to take it in,

your cold rejection.

I need to tell you...

I don't "need" a lover.

But I wanted it that way.

I don't need to be chained to your bed

just to be turned away.

I don't need comittment.

I don't need this song to spell it out.

But I don't need to learn

how to play pool

to know what you're all about.

Have you tried to understand

All the walls you build inside?

Have you tried to comprehend

this new relation?

Here's what I'm sayin:

I don't need a lover.

I don't need to pick up all my things.

I don't need to lose any more sleep

to the "us" that's never been.

I don't need a ladder.

I don't need a hand to help me up.

And I don't need to lick my wounded ego

to help me rise above.

No, I don't need your love.

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Take 1 very affordable computer.

Add heavy doses of Ignorance, Racism and Self-loathing.

Simmer in hatred for at least 15 years until crystalized like glass slivers.

Serve up in generous heapings of the most vulgar postings on Craiglist.

Sit back and enjoy how you've now been able to make the world a better place.

I couldn't be more disgusted by some of the more recent posts on C-list. I am crudely reminded why I only look to C-list for used furniture and nothing else. From vaginal warts to straight guys being recruited to the gay side (seriously?) C-list has become the cyber-stomping ground for the barely-literate to display their command of the filthiest language in print. And sadly, anyone can read it. Anyone.

Computer access, like child bearing, should be stringently Federally regulated so that stupid people cannot have either.

Ok, maybe not. But I gotta wonder sometimes where certain "freedoms" cause more damage than the good they are intended to create.

Thanks for reading.

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Today the voices told me to get over myself.

How much "over myself" can I be if I'm already standing on everything I like about myself? Go ponder.