Well, Mama's on the front porch
Shootin' out the street lamps
Papa's on the 3rd floor
Sufferin' from some brain cramps
Baby Sis is out back
Talkin' with the Government
Brother's stuck in the stairwell
Wonderin' where his mind went
Some guy's on the satellite
Sellin' this year's Messiahs
But what he doesn't seem to know is
There ain't no willin' buyers
He's sold the same soap before
And now look where that got us
Pockets emptied faster by politicians
I'm gettin' tired of ridin' the same bus
Sittin' by myself in the middle of the chaos
Time to start some real deep thinkin'
Seems everywhere's a big mess
And now it's really stinkin'
Nope, it don't bother me, Kid
'Cause I'm dancing with the Cactus
Better button up my mind before
I forget the way to practice
Drawing by R. Crumb and Words © Prankster Media Services 2008
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"Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer"
The wheel always turns and the down cycles never last forever. I always take comfort in that.
A fascinating suggestion, T, and I would pay a gazillion dollars to hear him do it.
You are right. There is a big mess, and it's starting to stink to high heaven. Now, let's clean up this mess and haul it away.
You do write good poetry.
Hugggggggggggz,
Taylor
"This is my quest to follow that star - no matter how hopeless - no matter how far...
We got some hot ones coming up out here, a few 100 degree days on tap and the humidity is as low as the temperatures are high. May the Carolina Blue skies be clear and sunny for you and Joey this fine day!
ice
p.s. mess? where's the mess? ....
ice