Full of creases
Cut to pieces
Hung up dry
Swallow that cry.

Piece of cake
Ready to break
Slice of pie
Time to die.

Shot to ****
Primed to hit
Full to top
Ready to drop.

Made of pain
Little no gain
Truth and fail
Tooth and nail.

Fall down on your knees
For what we ask please
Nothing true comes with ease
Come touch the open breeze.

Who calls the shots?
The haves and have nots
Drawing straws and lots
Run with no ifs, buts and what's.

For the light does still burn
Another year your world will turn
Still time for you to learn
As long as your hunger does yearn.

A life of struggle and bear
For if you ever care
To take that first step and dare
That's freedom for you right there.

You broke your back
Wife has left the shack
Suspected heart attack
Your life is off the track.

The road is long
Directions all wrong
Soul not where you belong
Your only solace in song.

Drown in all your sorrows
Waiting for your tomorrows
All stops no shows
Nothing much here grows.

Grinding teeth on grit
Arms try not to slit
Take one last promised hit
Because everything here has gone to ****.

A life full of sighs
Never give me a rise
Working for we despise
The lows always outweigh the highs.

Hiding in the grass surprise
Your thinly veiled disguise
Smokey slanted eyes
Severing all ties.

Long begged alibis
Covering your lies
Occasionally the cries
But no longer he shies.

Finally growing wise
Feel the need to advise
In the end all dies
Chasing butterflies.