Still waiting
for a friend to show up with beer
because I ran out
and I'm too drunk to go get more
Still waiting
for Jesus to hit me in the head
with a frying pan
and tell me I'm wrong
Still waiting
to wake up
without a hangover
and smokers cough
Still waiting
on a paycheck that is livable
and people that are bearable
pigs might as well fly
Still waiting
for that woman to save me
by accepting my flaws
instead of trying to change them
Still waiting
to leave my mark
on a planet bombed to ****
with an overabundance of meaningless
Still waiting
for peace, love
and all that poppycock
while I hide in the trenches of my mind
awaiting messages from
a war torn heart
Still waiting. . .
to write that immortal poem
Historic sonnet
Eternal song
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Still waiting
for a friend to show up with beer
because I ran out
and I'm too drunk to go get more
Still waiting
for Jesus to hit me in the head
with a frying pan
and tell me I'm wrong
Still waiting
to wake up
without a hangover
and smokers cough
Still waiting
on a paycheck that is livable
and people that are bearable
pigs might as well fly
Still waiting
for that woman to save me
by accepting my flaws
instead of trying to change them
Still waiting
to leave my mark
on a planet bombed to ****
with an overabundance of meaningless
Still waiting
for peace, love
and all that poppycock
while I hide in the trenches of my mind
awaiting messages from
a war torn heart
Still waiting. . .
to write that immortal poem
Historic sonnet
Eternal song
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