Afternoon, compadres. Look inside. What do you see? You can tell me. You can trust me. I am as I have always been. A man in a box, a man outside a box, who knows? Juxtaposed, contradiction, opposition… What do you do when you can’t choose just one? When you have to make a choice? Choose both. Find peace within yourself by making peace with yourself. Maybe that’ll even work. For now, I’m just talking. Please enjoy, most esteemed compatriots.
Little Prince
blithering, blathering, blubbering child
don’t you see, don’t you care?
it’s been a long time since he smiled
your little prince has nothing to wear
sitting, swearing, scaring man
lying to me, lying to you
lying in the sun, working on your tan
your boy’s gone out and formed a plan
you don’t get to be
a part of this
don’t you see
you’re no longer on the list
reconciliation
what’s that mean?
conciliation
on you i knew i could not lean
seeing, staring, watching all you do
from that very early age he knew
plotting as he grew
all the ways to get away from you
blithering, blathering, blubbering man
don’t you see, don’t you care?
your little boy’s gone out and become a man.
Poems by Sam 
Just as powerful as Cat’s in the Cradle.
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