Was it J for John?
Was it all a hoax?
Was it all for nothing?
Was it J for joke?
Was the sky that blue?
Was that Chicken Little?
Was it the bell ringing?
No it’s just J’s idea of a joke
So that wasn’t J for John.
It was J for something else.
J for Jack? Jane? Jim?
J is only a Joke
Nothing calls for J no more.
Not an ‘i’ nor a ‘k’.
Just a letter in the alphabet.
J is THE joke.
While having too much time in camp, I had with me an old sketch book I used to sketch and scribble with. Guess what I found… a poem I wrote about 10 years ago. I don’t quite recall what inspired me, but this poem somehow struck me to how I used to feel.
Acidic Tears
Acidic tears are burning
I’m lost beyond my own words
Ask me what I’m thinking
I’d say I’m not ready for the worst
Problems meant not to be solved
Questions meant not to be asked
I’m only wishing for a hope
One that’d be better than the last
Family and friends are for eternal
This I know and I dearly hold
But there’re some I quiety curse
Don’t ask me why… I really don’t know
By this far in my life I realize
Tears are meant to be swallowed
They don’t just fall forever
And they’d never turn cold
Acidic tears were rolling
Down my cheeks quivering
I’d rather choose to forget
Don’t ask me what I was thinking
