Zero replies This is an S.O.S to all poets Please response………………………… Its cold outside However the things indoors Bring chills to my bone What’s going on? Zero replies…? …. That’s like a naked Christmas tree …. You can’t be serious …. That’s like 4 taking the day off in July …. You can’t be serious Must be winter break Where dreams freeze and shatter And frustration becomes delirious I’m not even going to mention The last minute lunatics I can’t stand traffic or crowed Wal Marts I’d rather stand and imagine And admire the random wall art Poetry has always been the human landmark Its what the aliens or robots will read To try to understand us But zero replies?…makes work seem unimportant …. You can’t be serious I must be in the wrong business I must be over sensitive I’m going to get to the bottom of this Once and for all starting with me myself and I I guess this rage begin with my own selfishness My Christmas list is longer then my shopping list? But isn’t that normal in this egotistic society? HELLO?!?!?!…. Are you even listening to me? No wonder its so cold outside I’m talking to dead air (Can anyone hear me out there?) They say: “It’s just that time of the year” Where on Mother Nature’s period (No wonder there was a Tsunami the day after Christmas) Nothing changes…. so you get the same results I hope your prepared for future chaos Poets have put in blood sweat and tears Unfasten hidden access to their broken hearts Unlocked all thoughts faced all forgotten fears And how is this mighty act repaid? Their words fall on frozen ears Out of complete laziness they say: “It’s just that time of the year” Besides why should I care if they get slept on? I’ve got my 12 replies of B.S. (Baloney statements) DO I REALLY CARE? Well yes What happen to the spirit of giving? What happen to the birth of Jesus? What happen to the universal healing? Does December carry a different meaning? It’s all about ME…(remember) ME….MY…WANTS…. And NEEDS….MUST be meet By any means necessary Like Malcolm X I won’t buy YOU a Christmas gift Unless you get me this this and this (Oh don’t forget that new ipod I need that also) This is an S.O.S to all poets A random distress single From the Bermuda triangle Does anybody out there care anymore?