Ohh woe is me.
My kittys ran away...

This is a poem for the young and the old.
For the rich and the poor...

My money tight in my pocket.
Trailing the street like Davy Crockett...

As i check the ads in the sunday paper.
I skipped article about a rapper...

Under the crimson red lights.
my body collapses and there i lay...

Shiney new ball in my hands.
bouncing up in down...

Its so strange that you cant see my soul.
crying out to you, craving to be full...

This is a poem of our simple lives.
Nothing to fear but the bee's outside our window...

Running down the street.
I stop to pace myself...

The coyotes are outside.
Howling at the moon...

Flashy cameras and bad reports.
Make goverment tyrants seem like lords...

Lying on the couch
watchin the tube...