3 poems (workshopped)

In my head
You get up, brush your teeth, get dressed.
Go to school, learn, study, sleep.
Hungry? You eat. Thirsty? You drink.
Watch T.V, surf the web, mass media.
What’s the point? Maybe that’s the point!
Oh yeah people, need to save the earth.

You eat, brush your teeth. You drink, what’s the point?
Hungry? Go to school. Thirsty? Sleep.
You get up, surf the web, learn.
Oh yeah, mass media get dressed!
Maybe that’s the point: watch T.V. 
Need to study, people save the earth.

Maybe you need to surf, drink up, eat.
Save the web-thirsty dressed school.
Oh the media? That’s T.V study.
What’s the mass sleep point?
Yeah you hungry people! Go get earth.
You watch, learn, get to the point.

At the door
At the door he has final say.
Be you good or bad, straight or gay.
Girls are always welcome, deal with it.
So guys if you’re lucky enough grab it.
The opportunity of course, what’d you think?
A hint of arrogance and you’ll surely sink.

It’s all about attitude and wardrobe of course.
Though all shapes and colors stand at the door.
Don’t be naïve this guy does not feel remorse.
So it goes without saying: out stay the poor.
The last thing you want is to end up in fire.
Thus you’ll do anything it takes to stay higher.

Rejection’s not easy, you’ll certainly cry.
There’s always tomorrow so give it a try.
We wouldn’t do all this if it wasn’t worth it.
Our chances are fading but we surely won’t quit.
Everybody who’s anybody wants to get in.
Story of Saint Peter and the club they call “Heaven”.

Bus ride
Water she drank, looked at me weirdly.
Different from the others, but still she was cute.
Kept making sounds, maybe to get my attention.
A man holding her, bizarrely I might add,
As if they’d just met. I’ve seen you before.
But where and when? And why the sad face?

Oh wait I got it! No no forget it.
I must be mistaken, they said she was dead.
Heavens it is her! I found the lost Chihuahua.
As usual I did nothing, not a move not a sound.
Not because I am lazy, not because I’m a coward.
It’s because I simply don’t care about a lost dog.

Truthfully, I wouldn’t have cared for a lost boy either.
Evil, inconsiderate, inhumane, some might say.
And maybe they’re right but again: I don’t care.
Worry not, I do have feelings and emotions.
I just tend to have them in situations involving me.
Don’t you feel better about yourselves right now?