Alcoholic Dancer
O n an imaginary pedestle
before imaginary crowds
I'm astounded that it's taken me so long
to learn to take the hard knocks
and not to cry out loud
and not to make excuses for my songs
but I'm sorry if my sanity
won't fit the mold you made for me
and my manifold iniquities
have exceeded your ability to forgive
Just let me live until I die
let me laugh until I cry
let me stop and ask you "why?"
then interrupt you in the middle of your answer
just an alcoholic dancer
stepping on your toes
I should learn to keep my mouth shut
I should learn keep the peace
I should learn to walk on water
and make the tempest cease
I should learn to be more considerate
torwards a world that's trying to sleep
maintane diplomatic apathy
with right wing fascist creeps
but I'm sorry if my psyche seems a little out of touch
and I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I apologize to much
just let me live until I die
let me laugh until I cry
let me stop and ask you "WHY?"
then interrupt you in the middle of your answer
just an alcoholic dancer
stepping on your toes
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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