A man with no message
Is like a cat with no purr
A glass with no drink
A peach with no fuzz
The man thinks
The woman thinks
I think
But
At times which are the hardest
I feel nothing
I am alone
In pain
In misery
And defeat
Even when I walk down the street
And see people together
I know
Somewhere inside of themselves
Be it in their beating heart
Their lumpy ***
Frumpy hair
Or sore feet
They are alone
How can it be
That we lie to the one's we love about this?
How can it be
That no one ever talks about this?
Oh the terrified masses of America!
This enemy will never vanish
For if it did
We'd all be ******
And never admitting
That life
May not end up to all that much