BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

He is worn out by life
Wounded from his daily habits
Kids-wife-cats-birds
Lack of real freedom like the garden that needs weedin'
How does he breathe when he is sufficating
Chocolate covered proziac
Hit me daddy eight to the bar
He won't go far into that dark night
Stumble and bumble, while he tries to be humble
Can't breathe that noxious air of the dawn
He wants a big green stoogie
To act like Boogie
And play like Hoogie
Lay down with his doogie
And sleep in a peaceful hoogie
Hard beds in the jailhouse
Small cells and bright lights
Lotsa time to play with his balls
Can't make any calls and all
Dreams gone asunder
His kids are confused
More than screws loose
Is he man on the wrong mission
Wants space to create
In reality his feels screwed to the wall
He more than disabled
Can't seem to cut the chain
And loose the old Mable
Sitting at the head of the family table
He's a man living in a un-stable
Breathe deeply with compassion
Move slowly don't go dashin'
Don't hit walls or you'll be crashin'
Don't go wrecklessly a slashin'
Fill your heart with love and passion
Peace is a blessing tool
Wise men somtimes act like the ignorant ones
Burnin' bridges or sitting on the benches
Meanwhile it's important just to remember the old school
I'm a man that need to to be cool and practice the golden rule.