I'm God

I woke up this morning to my pet rats running around their cage frantically.
At first I was annoyed.

I got out of bed and wandered to their cage. 

I sat there looking into my cute little ratties' eyes for a good two minutes. They were wanting to tell me something. I could tell by the way they were looking at me.
Then I realized the obvious. They were hungry.

I fed them and went downstairs. I came across my dogs begging for food so I cracked a few eggs into a skillet and made them scrambled eggs with chicken gizzards and hearts and left over mashed potatoes.

I dished the concoction out into two bowls.

The dogs gratefully lapped up the food and then begged to go outside to expel their bodily fluids/solids so I opened the back door for them.

Just then I realized something......

My pets need ME to feed them. They need ME to let them outside to excrete. 

They need ME to live their lives. 

They need ME to do anything and everything.

If I wanted to I could not feed them and kill them.

Or I could feed them and let them live.

Today I have realized that for my pets, I AM GOD!

So with this new found discovery I shall salvage the world and clothe the naked and feed the hungry!

I will raise the meek to the tops of the mountains and let my angels blow their clarion call.

We will hie all to my hall!

I Remember

I remember believing whatever I heard. 

I remember being okay with hating people for no reason.

I remember judging people based on criteria that doesn't exist.

I remember learning that judgment will never be defeated. 

That being a non-judgemental person really just means

that you judge someone based on a societal perspective

that many people agree is okay to exude.

I remember laying on a tarp one summer night.

I remember looking at the stars and deciding that they are beautiful.

Just like looking into my mother's watering eyes.

I remember feeling love for the first time.

It was perfect.

I remember drinking my first cup of coffee and feeling better than everyone else.

I remember realizing that 99% Americans drink coffee.

I remember feeling good that I was part of that 99%.

I remember my first piano lesson.

I remember hating lessons until, after a month, I received a king-sized Snickers bar.

I remember my first recital.

I remember my mother saying that she was so proud, and me believing her.

I remember writing my first poem.

It wasn't a poem at all, but a lousy string of words.

I remember everything from the age of 15 and up. Everything before that is a haze.

The End.