Some times
a man
must
pull the wool
over his own eyes,
just to make it through the day.
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Some times
a man
must
pull the wool
over his own eyes,
just to make it through the day.
Most days
all we can do
is try,
try without motive
without reason
but with trust
in ourselves
that tomorrow
is another day
to try.
Don’t be ashamed.
We’re all going somewhere,
even if that somewhere feels like nowhere,
it’s still somewhere.
And you know what?
You won’t be the only one there.
Honest.
I’ll be seeing you.
Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
We
are
a
dime
a
dozen.
And
nobodies
asking
for
a
dozen
of
dimes.
There
is a
brief
window
as a kid
where
they
don’t know
about
overtime
morning commute
time and a half
cut hours
nor should they,
because
they’re kids,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
so
when
the kid’s
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
don’t forget
all
those
times
the kid
just wanted to play.
Life is short.
So don’t question
the chance to
laugh.
Let it rip!
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.
Good men
Are broken
By broken women
Born of broken mothers
By broken fathers
Who’ve broken
Good women
For what exactly
I am not sure
But today I voted
I voted for people who unlike I
Have power
Power to make a difference
Power to make a change
Power to exercise our rights
As a community of working people
We have power
I have power
And you have power
For what exactly
I am not sure
Until tomorrow
VOTE!