Sad blue eyed poet rehearses his craft

Just took a salvo in the compartment aft

His chances of romance seem cut in half

Might as well take lessons from a talking giraffe,

Locked myself in a cabin deep in the woods

Far from the crime and the punks who wear hoods

Tired of doing all the things that I should

Can’t define everything as either bad or good,

There’s a black hole in the world where sanity falls in

It doesn’t care who or where that you’ve been

Swallowing bootlickers with badges of tin

Much less likely to notify next of kin,

I’ve given up on trying to make sense of it all

They fail to realize pride comes before the fall

The women look better around the last call

Terrorized by ominous, heavy, nocturnal footfalls,

And you wonder why I’m out here on the ledge

When spouses have zero loyalty to pledge

Not very much fun always living on the edge

They’re dividing the people by driving a wedge,

Fond memories are illusions dancing in my head

The stale chalk of doctrine that I’ve been force fed

Kids in the classroom eating paint chips of lead

Living day to day life hanging on a thread,

Thought that there was more than I could possibly say

As pointless as begging an unfaithful lover to stay

Still looking for the light of a single sun’s ray

Just when will do the evil ones finally pay?