Sunday, June 8, 2008


Always Something

After I think about you
and you and you and you
I wonder why I bother;
living a simple life in a cave
might be what I'd rather do

'cause you and you and you
make my life one misery
with your demands of me
for things you think you need
for dear stuff you think is free

Loud demands assault my every day
do this, do that, and do some other,
hey, come and fix the broken things
bring your saws and bring your nail guns
come, please, repair somethings for me

But wait, after I think of you
and of you and you and you
I figure that what you ask of me
is simply the stuff I love to do,
so, it's not so bad --I'll do a few

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