Stubborn Little Girl


Stubborn little girl
Why are your hands in curls
Did you get into a fight today
Did your mommy take your pain away?

You look so cute
In your navy blue suit
How many times did you cry
Before you told another lie?

Can you wait for church on Sunday
Or can you make today your fun day?
Somebody cleans you up so well
It’s just so hard to tell

You see shadows without darkness
And speak to them through harkness
What joy is make-believe
When they won’t let you grieve
Stubborn little girl

Like Somebody Other Than Myself


Six pills left

Until I see him next

I wish I didn’t have to

I hope I get lost this time

 

Standing there

Before the crowd

It’s just me

But there’s somebody else

 they wish to see

 

Will I say the right thing

Will I talk like I can sing

Will my hands and legs move and grove

So they can’t tell I can soothe

 

But I can’t do anymore

Than my body is alive for

I can’t be anything or anybody else

Like somebody other than myself

 

Playing this game

Just a symptom before a name

How do I let my real feelings show

Keep ‘em guessing or throw a blow

 

Seeking my end result

Though speaking to the leader of a cult

No generic for me

Need a taste of false reality

 

And when I go to cash them in

Shopping spree I’m ready to spend

A mental life lets it begin

Soon the bank will be my best friend

 

 

Major Mental Crime


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Uneven little boys

 

and their uneven little toys

 

battle every day

 

every night to keep the bad men away

 

Determined to get their share

 

While somewhat playing fair

 

Basking in the sun

 

are the pure like a Nun

 

Quenching their cool thirst

 

‘til the moon rises from the dust

 

Other toys fascinate the brothers

 

seeking respect from their lovers

 

Even with ammunition

 

still arouses demolition

 

The playing field is uneven

 

for the uneven little boys

 

Though adding machines make some mean

 

storing wealth unseen but green

 

On white paper

 

one becomes the star caper

 

All Robbing Hoods

 

for self-fulfilled goods

 

Lonely at the top befalls the mighty

 

who has no one left to congratulate him rightly

 

One shot to make it

 

If you’re lucky, one shot to take it

 

All Men Are Created Equal

 

Whereas documentation warrants a sequel

 

honoring a cast minus any equally equal

 

The sun catches the light

 

and the moon holds hostage

 

the soul in plight

 

Patting pockets so heavy and packed

 

Boastful are those screaming to be jacked

 

Unevenly unequally little boys

 

Along with their uneven little toys

 

can never grow

 

when their growth counts down below