free cee ALL YOU LOUSY LITTLE POETS COMING AROUND TRYING TO SOUND LIKIE CHARLIE MANSON

Written by: jeffry cohan





OF COURSE I KNOW THE SOURCE

The most difficult part of the day is the dawning
I sail through the rest of the day with ease
When the nighttime arrives I fear the morning
And pray that four hours flies by like a breeze

The kind of breeze that wipes the sweat from your brow
Not a gusty wind that musses one’s hair
An easy and breezy blow that only the afternoon can endow
But from four A.M. until eight life seems unfair

First it’s the radio, then music and the TV.
I’m up three hours before the sun takes its bow
But in those early hours it’s not easy to be me
And repeatedly I ask what I’ll do now

I hear people sing of peace and the sunshine’s grace
They tell me about the happiness for me so long ago faded
Then I look in the mirror to see a grizzly face
And I need a shave but my mood is too degraded

Shave, s*it, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed
Many people sail through the morning on an open course
While I suffer the crazy thoughts inhabiting my head
And if the day deals me delirium its morning is the source
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