Mike Acker Poems
|2.||My New Found Friends||9/30/2013|
|4.||The Native Couple||9/30/2013|
|5.||The Midnight Thief||10/12/2013|
|7.||The Black Fly||11/12/2013|
|12.||Do I Love You?||3/23/2014|
|13.||Oil On Canvas||3/28/2014|
|14.||First And Last||3/30/2014|
|18.||Lamont P. And His Fellow Mediocrities||4/12/2014|
|22.||Man On The Move||4/19/2014|
|25.||For The Taking||4/22/2014|
|34.||Theater Of The Absurd||11/12/2014|
|36.||Time Of Death||11/20/2014|
The Crazy Woman
I met a crazy woman,
not long ago.
We quickly hit it off.
We walked and we talked.
We hugged and
we kissed and we loved.
And all along,
I suspected she might be
just a bit less sane than me.
The things she'd say,
and the things she'd do,
all convinced me,
more and more,
that I was just
a bit saner than she.
I could never explain,
to myself or to others,
why I loved her so.
Until, one day,
I happened to glimpse
a reflection of myself.
And the look in my eyes
suddenly made me clearly see
why this crazy ...
Nice, very nice. We are very nice.
We are a nice nation, we are nice people.
Everyone likes us. We like everyone.
We like to be liked. We are nice.
Our children are nice. When we travel,
we are nice. The world likes us.
Canadians are nice people.
In twenty ten, we hosted the nice