the worst poem I have ever written, By Mikie Beatty

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big econ test just done

I must say was kind of fun

did I learn? new ways of thinking

like how money's value's shrinking

I know little bout inflation

or the reserves of a nation

but I certain understand

concepts of supply, demand

so however I just did

I'm edumacateded

knowing just a little more about

the money in my checking account.

(or the bucks I found last night

at the laundramat, twas TIGHT!

so I used some as I pleased

to buy TJs groceries

Now here is a fine story

of the exchange of currency

for some food for us to go through

like the cheese, salad and tofu,

that I bought for forty bucks

I found in the laundry muck)

now I'm writing patiently

waiting for a girl with me

to return from in her class

hoping unhappy will pass

so we can go buy costumes

Halloween is coming so soon

Like, in 4 days.

the farther away the storm seems to spread
the more the clouds should dissipate
unfortunately I am stuck in dread
of brewing heathen-demon-strike of late
like lightning's bang! and thunder's rolling waves
i cannot exit from this endless cave.

Sometimes old music really strikes chords with me. There's something about the simplicity of the lyrics, melodies, instruments - simple talents that are refined to greatness. I like simple things that are done very well rather than complicated things that are done in mediocrity.

I've made a couple videos lately.
I'll post them on here as soon as I can

eggs and TP

The door to the liquor store stood wide open. Breathing some fresh Santa Cruz morning air I strolled on in, in my pajamas. Holy shorts and a sweatshirt is all anyone should be wearing at nine o'clock in the morning on a Saturday. The asian guy at the counter smiled big and said hello. Sunlight was streaming through the windows of the liquor store like God's rays, illuminating rows of items and packaging. Glass and dusty plastic glinted like jewels in the coastal morning sun. Sauntering, I wound my way around the aisles, touching cereal boxes and toothbrush containers, looking curiously at a large plastic jug next to the coffee station and deciding it was a container for milk. Finally at the back, my bounty: Toilet Paper.
And there was a selection! All in 4-packs, I had Melody, Happy Time, Soft Tissue and singles of Bathroom Paper. I went with Melody since the label had the most colors.
After another round around the aisles and cluttered shelves, I made my way back to the smiling guy at the front.
"One eighty-three" he said to me with lips curved upwards. From my sweatshirt pocket I grabbed the wad of bills I had snagged from the coffee table earlier. Four dollars. I slid two from the clump and handed them to the man. Smiling he took the dollars and made change with two quarters.
"Need a bag?"
"No I'm ok. Uh, do you guys have eggs?"
"Yeah yeah, right there in the third door, below the Red Bull sign"
Definitely not locating any third door or Red Bull sign, I assured him,
"Oh, ok. I see, ok"
I headed off in the direction of his extended finger. Preparing myself to look aimlessly for eggs for the next five minutes instead of going back and asking a second time, I saw the Red Bull sign.
Behind the glass door dozens of eggs were stacked inside, at a reasonable marked price. I pulled open the door and picked the perfect dozen, I mean this one was IT, the dozen. When I pick eggs, I mean business. I opened it to check for cracks, closed the cooler door behind me and wound my way back around the aisles towards my smiling friend.
"Two thirty-nine"
Into my pocket again I located two more bills and my fifty cents coins, which I started to give the man,
but I looked at the money for a second

Last week 700,000,000,000 dollars were exchanged between our government and banks. That's 700 billion, or 700 bazillion

I handed my two bills and coins to the smiling guy. He smiled, and gave me the cents back for the purchase. I glanced at his counter again to see if there was anything else I might need. Nah, no gummy worms or jerky this morning, so I scooped up the eggs and made to go.
"Thank You," I said to him. We both knew I'd be back soon.
Eggs and TP in arm, I sauntered out the door and back into the brisky fresh sunlight of Saturday morning.

opportinuty cots

one cold breath of freezing stars sweeps me away to a heaven that I wake up next to the sunshine with nothing to say but smiles and gaping at things without breathing I can focus on nothing when sitting all clenched in a corner full of eyeballs and a terror inside that gardens' fruit falling does not allow.