I must be
far too sensible
far too sensitive to continue
down this delusional road.
I look in the mirror and I see…
another toad…that looks like road kill.
Just give me another pill
to take away the pain.
And then with sweet illusion I can dance with life again…
I’m not anyone particular,
no fancy dream with fancy fur,
no fancy slick
or skinny stick
to fancy up with glimmer shots and pics.
I’m just a hick in desguise. No brains worth any size.
But then you’d be surprised at what I do
I’m just a hick with a dream…
a cracker with a scheme.
No arbitrary monument for me.
I just must be
far too sensible…(repeat)
copyright 2006 kb mcanelly edit 072206
Addendum…dee dum. I write far too quickly in my mind and edit a day or so later.