I was told that I appeared sad Perhaps even mad But oh no, my dear loved one Sitting there Close but not in the nearest chair I’m not sad. Perhaps cynical to a fault But don’t hesitate to include me Me sitting here in this old vault. Not unfriendly But just the opposite Sitting here thinking of all my composites I’ve made in this here life Not wanting to cause any strife But learning; Hopefully teaching Not sure as of yet I put in some so I guess the same I will get Perhaps contumacious Oh ok, a little stubborn. Just taking in this life I was born in Sitting here with painted fingernails My tan skin hoping to prevail. Not lazy or onus Not even looking for a bonus That I didn’t deserve But just working harder and trying to preserve Something good; Left for the new Not those who wish to remain old petrified wood Oh, you see I have lost a lot of sleep Worrying about all of you. Not just my friends and family, But yes, you too All of you! I am piqued the rulers didn’t care enough They don’t care if you face such unwrought Please don’t get me wrong This is not just another song Or dance to pass the blame Just be aware that some of us know their game. I once was baffled But now I just have to laugh Yes, I’m humorous Always looking for a good laugh Almost sarcastic Even facetious There is humor in everything You must laugh at what this life brings And not be sad or mad. But get over it. And find something to lighten your day. Trust in the Master of the universe The smile will appear again across your face I’m gonna go now. Seclude myself in my safe haven. Again, it’s another fault To hide away in my safe vault. Here, just like many others, there is a television set. But I can certainly bet, there’s not a lot of this going on: Jerry Springer, CNN, Fox News, Al Bundy, All in the Family or Sanford and Son. Yes, I’m eclectic in my choice But with this select, I find (my) voice I have company! Heee heee! Gonna go listen to my music With that I’m just as preclusive So, with nothing more to do but hope and pray These thoughts came to me one day While trying to describe whom I was, or am not. With nothing more to do but hope and pray, these thoughts came to me one day. If you decide to spread this around I hope I am found; Alive! Remember me… If they come for me… These are my thoughts to keep… as I refused to participate with the rest of the sheep. ☻☺ |
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