Even Life Is Like a Stone

It seems, the clerk is not in the best form today For he gave me an extra cash, like an extra pay I just want a $359; instead, he handed a $539 Should I take it or not, a question in my mind I am no saint I admit and I want this $180 bucks Should I care for him, if, he will be on the rocks I must struggle against strange voices in my head, That really keep messing me, even, when I’m in bed Feed me...feed me...of evil things, says the first No only me, says the other, even if you are thirst Though, I’ve three kids and my shoulder is in pain I let myself not to nourish them with an easy gain For I believe that man does not live by bread alone This is what I’m trying to do; even life is like a stone