I never stopped to ask her why she stole the sky or
hung my scalp upon her belt
but I felt the sadness of the day when
my life became more dark than grey.
Some
would say, I was to blame for playing such a
deadly game with her
but Some would say that anyway
wouldn't they?
She took the sun and popped it in my eyes and
tied my feet to the autumn breeze,
' an easy man to please' ,they say,but
they would say that.
For
Some the world is black and white,no day or night
no wrong,
just right and that world seems so flat to me,
I'd sooner be
a loser
occasionally.

The monkey agrees with me and hands
the hat 'round in order to be
sociable.