Tuesday, September 9, 2014

It Goes A Little Like This

We all go around,
Getting spat out,
Worse than we have before,

Life ain't a breeze,
At least that's the way it seems to be.
I love you, she loves him,
My head is spinning,
Everyone's grinning,
Woe is me!

Get your ass to work,
Proper like, it's time for church.
What did I do wrong?
I've barely started singing my song.
Sorry dear, we humans were born to pray,
Or at least that's what they say!

We all go around,
Getting spat out,
Worse than we have before
Keys are tossed, I've locked the door!

Can someone tell me please,
Why we, are perspiring,
To live in circles?


Nothing makes sense,
Of course except acceptance.
But it leaves you perplexed,
The mystery is what comes next,
But cash the check,
It's heaven sent!
Don't you dare put me in the fucking ground!

Life ain't a breeze,
At least that's the way it seems to be.
If I say that I love you, could you love me too?

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