Fear

Walking down the street My head hung low in defeat Stepped in out of the cold Guess I'm getting kinda old Put my self in a cage Trying to beat the rage Must be my age Bodies feeling kinda saggy My tail not so waggy As I'm shaking off the cold Feeling not so bold Looking around I see People no better off than me Hard times are here Looking around I see fear What are we going to do When there no food to chew No roof over our head Done been kicked out of my bed Feet tired of walking Ears tired of the talking Looking for a job But I look like a slob. Can't find no shower So I smell like no flower Seems like the end of time So I make up this silly rhythm Just to ease my mind Take what ever break you find Just to get by. When the cost of living is so high