No reason to try,
no time to fight.
With kids to bribe
and ex-husbands to spite
and bosses that try way too hard-
there's no reason to try to hold on.
But you can buy a happiness,
a sweet, yellow happiness
that makes you soar/sore!
right through that door of formal living
t place you hate, where you are resisting
the urge to just screw it all.
The gun looks so friendly, smiling poison down your way
and it makes you glad that you're still living,
yellow friends and steel lovers can keep you sane!
And now there's a reason to try,
but you don't have to fight
and you forget you've got ex-husbands you still despise
and your bosses still try way too hard but you've got some magic,
og a bottle full of magic,
and one day when you're too happy
your steel lover will find its way to your door,
to caress your sweaty forehead and push you through that door
with a completely non-ironic, sanguine smile about your face.
But you'll forget everything you ever had to think about,
but maybe there will be an inkling of regreat when the words
"Happiness bought it not happiness at all" (it was written on the bullet!) fly through your brain.
no time to fight.
With kids to bribe
and ex-husbands to spite
and bosses that try way too hard-
there's no reason to try to hold on.
But you can buy a happiness,
a sweet, yellow happiness
that makes you soar/sore!
right through that door of formal living
t place you hate, where you are resisting
the urge to just screw it all.
The gun looks so friendly, smiling poison down your way
and it makes you glad that you're still living,
yellow friends and steel lovers can keep you sane!
And now there's a reason to try,
but you don't have to fight
and you forget you've got ex-husbands you still despise
and your bosses still try way too hard but you've got some magic,
og a bottle full of magic,
and one day when you're too happy
your steel lover will find its way to your door,
to caress your sweaty forehead and push you through that door
with a completely non-ironic, sanguine smile about your face.
But you'll forget everything you ever had to think about,
but maybe there will be an inkling of regreat when the words
"Happiness bought it not happiness at all" (it was written on the bullet!) fly through your brain.
Author notes
In my creative writing class we do these journals where we have to respond to a poem, music, or a writing prompt. This one was a music response to "Mother's Little Helper" by the Rolling Stones. I like this one a lot, though it needs some more editing and a more steady rhyme scheme. My friend's band actually wants to learn this so I'm super proud! As always, critique is great!
Be harsh. I can take it. I need it.
Comments
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good
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Thank you!
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