Peeps, Wars, Questions

Somebody's Peep
.
I wanna be somebody's peep
And have our pics strewn over Facebook.
I wanna be somebody's peep
And text until my thumb's feel sore.
I wanna be somebody's peep
And not looked over on the News Feed.

A Thousand Wars

I'm the veteran of a thousand wars:
On hearts;
On minds;
On drugs;
On crime.

But I've never marched in a parade
Or worn a uniform.

I'm the veteran of a thousand wars:
For land;
For gold;
For rights;
For oil.

Yet, I've never rode a tank
Or murdered in cold-blood.

I'm the veteran of a thousand wars:
In air;
In sea;
In gas;
In space.

Though, I don't cry out in dreams
And function in society.

I'm the veteran of a thousand wars -
New ones coming every day.

Question Mark
.
I wrote myself to sleep
and dreamed I was a question mark
composed of "who's" and "how's"
and "mights" and "maybes" -
Uncertain things we'll never know
but ask to pass the time instead.

I wrote myself to sleep
and dreamed I was a question mark
Devoid of any answers
In my curvature;
My bum an empty dot
With no expressions to be seen.

I wrote myself to sleep
and dreamed I was a question mark
cousin of the exclamation mark
yet less excitable,
more introspective
in my posture.
Ah, sweet paper poems.