I never told you I could
Sing.

I showed you.

And,
You still didn't
Believe me.

So I chose
To serenade
The silence.

With my discordant
Choir.

No rest for the wicked
for them, there is no relaxation as they gather the tax in and make people poorer in a once wealthy nation

and the poor
who then sit around with nowhere to go because their money has gone,

to be
classed then as lazy, which is mind-blowingly crazy

who do we see to complain to?

There's not much to go on
when
there's not much to go on
but
we go on
relentlessly

marching towards the end
almost as if it could be a
beginning

and who's to say
does tomorrow come after
yesterday
or does today?

I want the release
wanting peace
but
there's always
another
war
to fight.

Smoked a cigar
Ravi on the sitar
moving on to Bihar
trying to learn
some Hindi.

Whoever danced the rain dance,
congratulations
you won.

Sunday and no Sun day
everything is a choice
or so it's said,

I choose to stay in bed
She has other ideas.

This is not a Greek restaurant
we are not talking about plates

broken
and any words spoken will not mend or repair,
where did it all go wrong?

well,
they probably wrote a song about such a thing and some old-aged warbler more than likely got up to sing

still broken
finished breaking
time to take
the washing in
it's raining
but it always is.

it's a good job that I'm a happy guy.