Sunshine and a Dixie Chick
Do not go hand in hand
Street walker, red lipped talker
Castles made of sand

How to show a dozen lives
When head counts only ten
Know what it is beforehand
Determined, let’s begin

Awake and sober now
Not ready for a cure
An almost famous person
Knocking at my door

“Hi, how are you doing?”
You’ve got to stay prepared
This is my last and only night of nights
Has me spooked, tired, and scared

It’s not for you or me to say
At what goes on in life
I leave the drama all up to you
Cut you with a knife

Not to make light of life
And I want to end it soon
Busy busy light to light
About to come unglued

Minding my own life to live,
You’ve got me misconstrued
I want to speak, take, and talk
And give only happy news

But sometimes I could just scream out-loud
Stuff to carry on
This Mother Nature after hearing the alarm.