Every day
I’m Under Pressure
Like there’s a Bowie knife at my neck
Held by the Queen as she strokes her pet Cheshire
I feel so lost
I’m stranded on an island
Trying to guess the weather
Like the Professor
But whatever
I’ll keep digging for my treasure
The oppressor
Tries to securely hold me down
On a stretcher
God bless her
But the measure of a man is not judged on whether he falls down
It’s if he gives up and stays there forever
I take great pleasure
In being the aggressor
And annoyingly laughing in her face
Like Fran Drescher
Every day
I try to find a better feather
To flock with
But this ******* cold weather
Keeps me grounded
Like I’m tethered
One day
On the wings of a zephyr
I’ll take a flight
That takes me home
To visit with John Denver