New Poem: What It Is
 What It Is

Do you have a firm grasp of reality?
Do I know fact from truth?
The sun comes up in the morning
and we all disagree it's today.
I pinch myself and say ouch
and I feel your pain.  

I can't do enough I 
work.  
I can't save enough I
spend.
I can't get enough love I
eat.
I can't get love to stop I 
drink

Earphones tell me not to look up.
Television tells me the skinny.
Internet tells me too much.
Mother tells me and I don't listen.

Can pretty folks survive in the jungle?
Can medicine that cures her slay me?
Can you make a million and not know nothing?
Can we go to Disney World and return?

All these are plausible 
or not.