Now 100 poems, The century mark,
To the flame, It is just a spark...

45 poems later,
And I still want to write more...

My gun tells me to shoot,
My brain tells me to flee...

An advanced breed of tigers,
Known as peaceful not fighters...

I'm like an alien hybrid,
Raised on Saturn and Mars...

I'm like an umbrella,
When there is no rain...

America,
The most righteous and true...

Like carbon monoxide,
This situation is scentless...

It's apparently apparent,
So apparent it's transparent...

This atrocity,
Flows with velocity...

Society in itself is like a bee,
But I won't let it sting me...

Kick your vision into focus,
Get ready to know this...