In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
the illusion of food
in these hard times
in this great land
it helps sometimes
to have a plan
no cash but I'm
in a hungry mood
in times like these
all I have to eat
is the illusion of food
I have only ten dollars
for the grocery store
it buys less and less
all I want is more
I want full cupboards
a fridge of week old fruit
in times like these
a poor man needs
the illusion of food
I want packs of pork Top Ramen
generic mac and cheese
widen those hips
with potato chips
white rice and pinto beans
lots of ketchup on everything
no, I don't think that's rude
it's not enough
I need more stuff
I want the illusion of food
food glorious food
lately it's only for rich folks
my life is but a stupid joke
that's uncalled for and crude
in these hard times
in the USA
there's tons of food
that's thrown away
to some place where
it all disappears
hold on, mister
bring it right here
be a pal
hey, come on, dude
in times like these
I say pretty please
I need the illusion of food
Monday, July 17, 2017
face in the mirror
I looked at my face in the mirror
and my eyes were young and scared
and somewhere inside
I saw innocence hiding
that I didn't know was there
I wanted to reassure myself
"you're in the company of friends"
by the face in the mirror
would not let me in
Sunday, July 16, 2017
eyes bloodshot and blurry
don't be afraid
don't worry
it's here now
but it will leave
eyes bloodshot
and blurry
but you've got magic
up your sleeve
Saturday, July 15, 2017
yes in a world of no (possible bridge)
trouble always follows me
no matter where I go
still I keep on searching
for yes in a world of no
yes in a world of no
Friday, July 14, 2017
aftermath
here's a list of stuff
I cannot do
because it
reminds me of you:
like, there was a show
that we both liked
it had big laughs by the score
then you vanished
out of sight
I don't watch that program anymore
Thursday, July 13, 2017
the devil's never satisfied
ain't no luck
like bad luck
'cept more bad luck
and it's always coming
following you
swallowing you
it's a rendezvous
worth absolutely nothing
there's always a price to pay
makes no difference what you say
go ahead and say it anyway
but it's only stubborn pride
taking you for a ride
the devil's never satisfied
glue 2
today you are glue
attempting to mend
upended broken pieces
try your best to listen to
the lessons learned
and everything it has to teach us
you know it's wrong
and it ain't fair
protect yourself
from yourself
pretend there's no one there
it's now all up to you
be like glue
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