One in eight
God damit we
Lost our souls.
Now the men
Work until they boil.
We saved and paid
But still lost it all.
Yes we still collect unemployment.
I was young and now im
Asked how good I am at bending over.
I used to sell needs
To bring them fortunes.
Now im stuck wondering if
I brought them fame.
I am to old to tell my sons
When ill have to leave.
They dont understand how my memories fading.
Im trying and hoping they return
But I understand why they burn out.
I only wish they would forgive
The way I gave up.

This yard used to cover up
My uncles last big mistake
Of taking forgiveness
Away from Venus.
His family  of grass
Grows and struggles
Hoping the gods of life
Give them all a greener pasture
But inside the roots lay short
Grains of regret.
Wishing the winds rain dance
Moves his coldest summer.

Is it the same crap next door
When she has to yell
And he's driving away with the loud music.
He said **** it and continued to work with
Her cell phone
Like it was any other army morning.

Oh man im getting confused again.
There are so many posible jokes to dive into.
My friends a huge ****** now.
I dont even want him to talk to me again.
Besides gossip I spilled my guts a woman for the eighth time.
She hugged my shoulders on a small town block after the cops left.
Im distracted because im lonley.
All failure kept telling me to do was to take my mother out to lunch.
Isnt it funny how tax returns arive in may.
I dont care to much about her.
My mother knows how much I need to impress my father
But im cravin unreal dreams.

My husband went into the eye
Of nothing
No post card
No message from imigration
Ill send him my corn money
And peel mangos in chilli powder
With his daughter
Until mayday ends
Our stomachs lauphter
If he finds a way in again
Ill meet him at St Annes
Out side of the park
Under the oak shades.
If he finds a way in again
Ill promise to keep this family together
Eternaly.

Oh how the streets
Make wonderes  smile
Even when failure
Has let them down
They see the home coming bus
Still reads ten and all the stops can
Slow down their minds
Into the trance of time
to teach  patience is not being alone
In the world of missed chance
Still smiling away feeling how great ful
It was to be out and about.

Unpayable bills
Not enouph hours
Not enouph freedom
The dreaded voice
We make
Scares are friends
Makes them worry
Were becoming some number
Over seas
Some number
In a line up
Made of unequal stamps.