Free Cee Weak Week By Week
WEAK WEEK BY WEEK
He's a weak man, my son
his will is nil
he's always on the run
and sprinting from pill to pill
my son he's got problems galore
one step ahead and two back
he has woes and each morning brings him more
and the list is a litany of everything he's come to lack
he lacks the ways and means to say no
even if it's something he knows is counter-productive
every evening he wonders where he should go
because he's chasing something strong and seductive
his objective is a powder that provides him peace
because, son, he's not comfortable being him you see
that man is me and I hope someday my quest will cease
and my beloved son, I hope you don't end up like me
© 2012....copyright PHREECEE ~free cee!~
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