Ian McKenzie's Blog

A healthy mix of sober and psychotic ramblings.

Fuck You, Ryan

I would still buy the worst advice
Frome extremely stupid and very small mice

They sit on their throne and speak with authority
They dish out their "wisdom" and show their pity

I gobble it up with gratitude and fervor
I choke on the generosity and thank the server

I pick up the pieces as I start cryin'
Nothing left to say but, "Fuck you, Ryan!"

Sleep Sobriety

I am attempting to get unfurled
Addicted to the conscious world

My brain begs for sleep
I don't count, I murder sheep

The next day I ask why
The next night I really try

But it happens like clockwork
Darkness giving me a smug smirk

So again I chase the quiet
Don't knock it 'til you try it.

Seth Godin

I once heard a man
When he spoke, my world shattered
He said about my plan
That I do work that mattered

He said another thing
Something I could not shelf
It was words that ring
They said, "Get over yourself"

He had one more thing to say
Something so simple and true
In that moment, he saved my day
He said, "The world needs you."

Financial Woes

My biggest stress
Is when my money is less
It puts me under duress
But, on I press

My biggest fear
Is always near
I'll shed a tear
When there's no money for beer

A Better Man

I once had a rock
Given from a girl that liked me
She gave it as a keepsake
An object for our memory

I was afraid of the girl
So from the rock I ran
I'm a coward for not saying
I hope she found a better man.

Deprived

One night
Went to work
One sight
The lights lurk

Without thinking
Took my pill
Heart sinking
Why I'm ill

Cab home
Psychadelic lights
Secret tome
Mental mights

Home asleep
The lights fade
Another sheep
An unfortunate trade

One day
Lights will return
My way
Consciousness will churn

Teaching

If I could teach anything
I would teach journaling

A daily act in honesty
To better our integrity

If I could teach some more
I would teach entrepreneurial lore

Not just "the great"
But also those that arrived "late"

If I could teach one last thing for you to trust
Is that honest or not
Great or small
Ignorant or learned
We should all teach love before we turn to dust.

Colors

Today, I am purple
Productivity, the color blue
My pumping blood, red

Today, I am helping poeple
Helping people with you
Culling my sense of dread

Today, I am broken and I am whole
Making reparations for the days that I stole

Stationery

I am a killer
Afraid, you should not be
For I am a killer
Of my favorite stationery

There's nothing more satisfying
Then killing a pen
There's nothing more gratifying
Of all I wrote up to then

There was so much learning
And self discovery
Soon I'll be yearning
For enough paper to kill a tree.

Mornings

My morning is chaos
Can't you see?
Sometimes I shower
Or stare at a tree

I'll snooze my alarm
Most of the time
It's always self-harm
Sleeping on my life's dime

I'm trying to do better
And one day I will
For now, I'm an alarm setter
And a slave to my pill.
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