Hard to write a song
that ain't been sung before
people interrupting
knocking at my door
don't wanna be rich
but tired of being poor
think something's totally rad
but it's been had before
wanna get drunk
but that was a dead end door
too high to get dunked
in a funky gore
spit on my hands
but can't climb
up a rope no more
think on demand
but cut the cord
couldn't afford
cable's high score,
~~~
Ain't able to flex pay
my way through life,
created strife,
bills too thick
to cut with a knife,
wanna take flight
but too uptight
to flow to the right,
so I'm left carryin' a load
of strife and misery,
gotta be free
or it don't cope with me,
see what a mess it be
when I don't listen to the right people,
got doped wrong at the church steeple,
shoulda went home instead took flight
with strangers in the night who raped,
now nobody left to appreciate me
but the best of my friends
who are blessed to the end of the line,
even though they ain't got caught up
to my rhyme in life,
which has gotta be close
to the best time I've hiked,
just need to float,
the rest of the journey's downhill,
but need a lifeguard
so I don't take a spill
on the rapids.
~~~
© M. Sue Kearney 11/25/2019
