Utah weather; There is nothing better
Than wearing shorts in snowOr bringing sunscreen and an umbrella
Wherever you may goAlways be prepared, just like a boy scout
Because you never knowIf you are going to melt with heat stroke
Or if winter will show.
– Shaman Romney 2017
The taste of failure
Of giving in
Of losing what little self control I have
Of loosing my inner demon
Of gaining weight and losing life
Of being perpetually fat
Of being unhappy
But at least it’s not broccoli.
– Shaman Romney 2017
On opposite day
Wouldn’t it be fun
If people had to defend
the beliefs they hate most?
The Christians could decry God
The atheists, praise Allah
The femenists could argue
The virtues of sandwich making
While the misogynists
Take a pay cut
The white supremacists
And the black supremacists
Can take turns
Being owner and servant
If for one day
We could argue
on behalf of our enemies
Imagine how much we’d learn.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Drill, baby, drill!
For oil to soil the soil we toiled to till
Kill, baby, kill!
No stopping the dropping of bodies; we’ve coffins to fill.
Shine, baby, shine!
We’ll show there’s no going against what we know is divine.
Whine, baby, Whine!
Don’t abstain, just complain. Tell the world what is yours is now mine.
Shill, baby, shill!
Forget morals, rest your laurels on the fortune you can distill
Drill, baby, drill!
If you’ve got it then flaunt it. If you don’t take it then who will?
– Shaman Romney 2017
Taking a day off
Is just work postponed
The emails keep coming
The pile keeps growing
The problems get worse
So my mind can’t rest
As I cannot relax
And forget about work
Because work never rests
– Shaman Romney 2017
Hesitation
Baited breath
An anxious mind
Worry over potential loss
RegretDetermination
Steeled resolve
A confident stride
Living for life’s victories
Success
– Shaman Romney 2017
March for science in April
Maybe you’ll be heard in June
If you lie in July about your motives
Then disgust will be heard in August
You can wake me up when September ends
If you solved the problem in October
I’m sure I will know in November
Or December will will be colder than
Last year in January
In February someone will get the grand idea
To March for science in April
Maybe you’ll be heard
-Shaman Romney 2017
I want to write a fun poem
But I don’t know if I can
With fun words; I don’t know ’em
Maybe I should make a plan?Except every time I try to
My thoughts are pulled astray
They make me want to cry, too
In a most depressing wayI’d love to just be happy
I try, but I just can’t
The world can be so crappy
All I want to do is rantWill I regain some sanity?
Well, one coud only hope
But if your asking me?
The answer is a simple “nope.”
– Shaman Romney 2017
Don’t be surprised when someone dies
Because you started saying violence is fine from your side
It’s not their fault anymore, its yours
You made your movement rot to the coreYou called their thoughts violence
So you could turn your thoughts violent
So you you could sit back in silence
While your friends act violent
Thinking “I would never try it.”
But you would if you could
Get past your cowardice, your avariceYou sycophantic piece of shit
You make me want to fucking quit
I hate that I care so much
I hate it, I’m aware too much
I hate you and I want to punch you lights out
This anger is too muchBut I’ll be a better person than you
I care about the people
And there’s nothing I could possibly do
Worse than what you keep doing to yourself
I’ll fight with words, to fight your words
To fight your war, to fight your hate
To fight for love, for acceptance, for peaceBe glad for people like me
Be glad I’m your opponent
‘Cause I may shoot off at the mouth
But the people you fuck with?Today is a punch
Tomorrow’s a knife
The next is a gun
The end of your life
And you may blame them.
But I don’t give a shit.
Because they may be the finish
But you started it.And when the deaths start tolling
I’ll cry for both sides
I’ll mourn for us allBecause our country has died.
– Shaman Romney 2017
It starts with the balls of your feet
Tough from walking on the street
Tough from carrying the weight of the world
Then it moves from your knees to your hips
As experience slips
From the beginning to your prime of your life
From your hips to your chest
‘Cause you’re giving it your best
Its your one shot, gotta make this chance count
Make your arm shoot forward
As you keep moving forward
To meet the goal you’ve been fighting for all this time
Finally ending at your fist
All this energy exists
For the moment that you finally decide to
Punch!
-Shaman Romney
Shame on The Universe 