Does he try?
To crummify, ….my life
I resent his entrance
Spoiling my chances
At solitude and Quiet
“Cook his food, yes fry it!”
Just as HE likes
No more romantic hikes
Why do I do it?
I think I really blew it
My brains! Far out! They flew it
— (the coop)
All the way to Mars
And I don’t mean the bars
Oh to go way back
And just throw out the lack
Bring in abundance
Money, love, and dance
To have another chance
My life at last enhanced
With art and poem and story
Oh take in all the Glory
To talk and be sincere
And throw out all the beer (his)
Making faces silly, talking willy-nilly
Hockey, news, and stocks
Brings boredom on the scene
And I just wish I’d been
Smarter, earlier, better
Observing all the "weather"!
Observing all the "weather"!
Hell yes! Shed them fetters
Sweeter with my letters
Removing all the blocks
Then talk the talk
And walk the walk
Yes I could shine
Take what is mine
Been the best
Join poetry-fest
Claim the nerve
And show some verve
Not hide away
Come out to play
Shout the sound
Stomp the ground
Un-stop my voice
And yes — Rejoice!!
cailin raine