Woke up this morning
Grey rainy day
Turned on the TV watched Talking Heads
They didn't have much to say



I got all kind of *****
But no one wants to play



I think I will try writing a poem
About people who are all alone
About souls far from home



How we all came to this place
Which we soon learn is not very safe



Wondering what came before
Dreading the day
We walk through Death's Door



I think I will take another sip
Boy...Vanilla ***** is a trip
Makes love to my lip



So this is how life goes
For a Poet knows
Loneliness inspires prose