My girlfriend she tells me “would you like to try again”
She knows there’s been a time far better then.
And I tell you people it’s just so hard to win;
And apparently something bad is wrong with my pen
I went to the doctor and told him now doc;
I spend all my nights up and watching the clock;
He gave me some potions told me to rub her with lotions;
He even measured that fish that swam in her ocean;
He talked to my woman then gave her some pills;
Now like a hand in a spade game the problem is nil.
And I’m writing these rhymes while searching my mind;
But nothing seems to come like there’s nothing to find.
Jokes from the closet on the edges of crass;
It’s nature suggestive like a kiss in the grass.
So sue me I’m crazy and they say I’m depressed;
I say it’s because I’m poor but that’s just a guess.