Bitter Root

technological advances
theres not a fat chance that i would ever romance the idea or notion.
i wrote this while swinging from a falling star
and caught it in a mason jar.
i've a far way to go from becoming truly enlightened.
and to tell you the truth, the idea is kinda frightening.
of liking myself for exactly who i be
or see in the reflection of the mirror.
so i'ma depart before i even start to equip myself for that possibility.
so woe is me filled with self pity
and i must love to feel shitty
cause i never change the diaper after an accident
i just lay there spent and exhausted
and wondering each time if this is the one where i've truly lost it.
the cost is just too great.
so i lay under the clouds and watch the world float along.
my songs and rhymes are like therapy to me.
a lot cheaper than psychotherapy actually.
so i'll save the medical co-pay for another rainy day.
cause rain drops keep falling on my head
they keep falling
and i'm just lollygagging
beating around the george w. bush
a wishy washy poet just trying not to blow it
or lay all my cards on the table for the whole world to see
black jack 21,
gin rummy
you son of a gun
so go fish
go wish
that the odds are in your favor
a labor of love
a test of time
a measure of respect
old friend of mine...