So much on my mind
And I want to let it out
So I pick up my pen
And hear the page whisper
Let it out
Let it out
It’s the only way you know how to
Get it out
Get it out
Your brain is screaming
Quiet mouth
That’s a simple
Play with words
To remind me that I still can
Because this one won’t be
Subtle
The words are going to shout
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
I’m one man
Please sir
Can I have some more
But I don’t have anything to offer
Just some food for thought
That shoe you bought
How much did you pay
I know the answer I’m going to get
But my brain’s still screaming
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
But I’m one man
Please sir
Can I have some more
The purse
Or worst
The make up in it
How many lies did you make up in it
How long did you save
Scrounging change
So you could make up
Get it
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
But I’m one man
Please sir
Can I have some more
That girl you met
She’s so pretty
The other she’s so witty
What’s between their thighs
How much did you pay to get it
Dates
Were credit
Let it
Sink in
She told me
It was the price to pay
For such a little thing
She’s so pretty
Making her intelligence
Irrelevant
The other’s so witty
Wife to a president
And everyone
So far
Isn’t it evident
They’re all missing
An important element
Part of their diet
But I’m one man
Still my brain is screaming
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
While my worry at being so close to the goal
And maybe not being able to score
Makes me seem withdrawn
Those looking on
Taking it for being cold
Asking me leading questions
Irritating my soul
If you want to know what I’m thinking
Why don’t you sit
Have an honest conversation
And I’ll invite you in
Out of the cold
To the hearth
To the heart of my soul
Feed the poor
This isn’t about you
I’m one man
I don’t have anymore
I’m a vagabond
Skirt chasing
Scally – wagg – ing
Fingers pointing out my missteps
Misdeeds
Indeed
I do say
He’s done it again
But I won’t close it like that
I’ll address you like a friend
You know my friend
I’m destined to be alone
Sitting on a throne
Serviced by beautiful women
Looking for a bone
And if you sense something bitter in my tone
Don’t worry
I have it all
In my image
A golden stone
No problems
No worries
No cares
But when I wake
When I sleep
All I hear
Is
Feed the poor
Feed the poor
And they won’t accept
I’ve done the best I could
I don’t have anymore
That’s how it would go
If I played the game
By manipulating the score
Not really me
Too much work
So I pay the price for honesty
Always giving my best
Only offering whole foods
Leaving
My message and my purpose obscured
All I have are Marys
Washing my feet before the crucifixion
A brilliant work of fiction
For sure
And even after they’ve eaten my flesh
I’ll still hear
Please sir
Can I have some more
So friend
Do you understand
I know
It sounds ridiculous
We’ll talk
Later then
G.C.