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
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
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