WTF
Poetry...........from me? No, it can't be. Really.
Now to go back to working on that bit of prose I've been plodding at....
I should have died
I would have died
Much less painful than being alive
I could have burned
I could have bled
I could have used that axe sitting out in the shed…
They tell me of all the things I would miss
All the things I would have never done
All the songs I would not have sung
And that's all well and good
But then the smiles I wouldn't have had to fake
And all the damn pills they make me take…
They whisper, whisper
Call me crazy
And it's not exactly a lie
But that doesn't mean I won't stop to cry
And think of many a silly somber thing
Of all those crazy songs left to sing….
I have all the time in the world
To sit
And sit
Just Me Myself and I
And this uncomfortable jacket
White with buckles all down my back.
Now to go back to working on that bit of prose I've been plodding at....
I should have died
I would have died
Much less painful than being alive
I could have burned
I could have bled
I could have used that axe sitting out in the shed…
They tell me of all the things I would miss
All the things I would have never done
All the songs I would not have sung
And that's all well and good
But then the smiles I wouldn't have had to fake
And all the damn pills they make me take…
They whisper, whisper
Call me crazy
And it's not exactly a lie
But that doesn't mean I won't stop to cry
And think of many a silly somber thing
Of all those crazy songs left to sing….
I have all the time in the world
To sit
And sit
Just Me Myself and I
And this uncomfortable jacket
White with buckles all down my back.