I haven't written anything lately, and while I think this could be a lot better, it's a neat little beatnik type poem that came out of me all at once while riding the bus home.
The leaves
on the trees
are green
it seems.
But we're still taking strides
to get through these times.
Yeah, we've been walking for miles
wading through the piles
of bile
and bullshit
and hard hits
to the head.
We might wind up dead
in a hospital bed
or alive and well
in a personal Hell
with overwhelming dread.
We'll get there late
and suffocate
on tempting bait,
That ruins lives
drinkin' to drown in bars and dives.
As we sit on our hands
and twiddle our thumbs
in the greatest of lands
full of the greedy and the dumb.
These chains hold us back
as every Tom, Dick, Jack
and business hack
make the livings we wish we had.
"Oh, don't be sad.
It ain't too bad.
Yeah, you should be glad
for what you have,"
Easy for you to say
with your pay day
cash
burning a hole in your ass.
You ain't been where I been
or seen what I seen.
I've had more cold nights
and more bad dreams
while you get to go home
and count your green.
So here's to your life
and here's to mine
as the full moon shines
in the eyes
of the filthy swine,
but the clock chimes
the time
on us all...
The leaves
on the trees
are green
it seems.
But we're still taking strides
to get through these times.
Yeah, we've been walking for miles
wading through the piles
of bile
and bullshit
and hard hits
to the head.
We might wind up dead
in a hospital bed
or alive and well
in a personal Hell
with overwhelming dread.
We'll get there late
and suffocate
on tempting bait,
That ruins lives
drinkin' to drown in bars and dives.
As we sit on our hands
and twiddle our thumbs
in the greatest of lands
full of the greedy and the dumb.
These chains hold us back
as every Tom, Dick, Jack
and business hack
make the livings we wish we had.
"Oh, don't be sad.
It ain't too bad.
Yeah, you should be glad
for what you have,"
Easy for you to say
with your pay day
cash
burning a hole in your ass.
You ain't been where I been
or seen what I seen.
I've had more cold nights
and more bad dreams
while you get to go home
and count your green.
So here's to your life
and here's to mine
as the full moon shines
in the eyes
of the filthy swine,
but the clock chimes
the time
on us all...
