Friggin’ sick of this
why don’t they pick me up
why don’t they put me in the van
take me away and lock me up
give me a cell
a man got nuttin’ if he don’t feel.
or is it me that? no it couldn’t be
but then again when I have been on
the other path so seldom seen
Christmas in the poke ain’t bad!
just bad enough to choke the screams
kill the dreams that you once had
not bad at all.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.