Monday, September 11, 2006

fat idle blues

tasks at hand
bills to pay
the vacuum’s broke
the dog ran away

when did I land here
who have I been
why do i live in this
ripe and aged skin

promises forgotten
visions dimmed low
each morning I wonder
“now, where do I go?”

banker, lawyer
or indian chief
the days demand due
we can't buy relief

human or plow horse
or sweet kitty cat
empty is the pleasure
of just getting fat

so I wake to a buzzer
and drink a strong cup
and sing through the day
dancing a little whup whup

# posted by kachen : 10:39 AM




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