Climbin' up the stairs
People runnin' in mad rush
I tread carefully.

{ Weasel }

Nothin' left but empty pockets
And socks wit holes upon each heel.

All the good fings are swept away
Like a rotten banana peel.

Wit nowhere else to turn -
I turn to God.

Wit empty pockets
And holes in my socks -
I turn to God.

{ Weasel }

Moon shines bright on snow
Making it seem bright as day -
My room was lit up.

{ Weasel }

Here a while ago,
It was so cold that I stayed
Shivering inside.

{ Weasel }

Winter starlight sky
I see it through the window
Of my snug bedroom.

{ Weasel }

The snow fell to earth
Wrapped inside a white blanket
Beautiful to see.

{ Weasel }

Vehicle towed home
Got it unstuck just today
Won't happen again.

{ Weasel }