like an old man
Life

Somethin’ tells me

Somethin’ tells me

somethin’s brewin’.

making sense makes

no sense.

don’t have

a clue in

hell’s ringing’

its bell for your

sin.

that man you just

walked by

sleeping on that

park bench

under that paper

is no longer

angry.

he gave up.

you got cards dealt.

S _ _ T keeps happening to you.

thinking positive doesn’t help.

killing flies and mosquitos

only makes manic depressed

psychos even madder.

might as well

go back to sleep

and think all this

over.

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