Hey It Was Only a Seizure, He Lived Didn''T He
HEY, IT WAS ONLY A SEIZURE, THE GUY LIVED DIDN’T HE?
I understand those people who say “this is a wonderful land”
“oh my, it’s simply gracious, graceful and grand”
Those are usually the ones whose house is their’s free and clear
They say, “happiness and wondrous things are offered to us right here”
I hear them when they talk about their new Caddy coup in forest green
A neighbor says, “Good luck guy, may it long remain pristine”
I see little Joey who will mature and soon leave his mom and dad
They say “Boy that little Joey’s certainly has grown into such a laudable lad”
“Note to self:” a man jots down in his new I-Phone, “Marge says “we need milk”
“Oh surely you know Marge, the one who looked so exquisite at the ball baring Taffeta and
silk”
While playing golf they speak only of the finest, biggest, and priciest for these men of leisure
As they ignore the poor fellow at hole six who’s having a mother f*****g seizure
“is that your cell-phone Mack, or yours Jack, oh, it could be mine?”
It is mine so wait for me at hole number nine”
All you have to do is look around and see the antithesis of a grand design
I’m a forty year old man whose a caddy with no caddy coup and life for me ain’t so f*****g
fine
I work for tips, run for busses and am a slave for a pittance
And to all this s**t--- s**t I’d like to say “good riddance”
They say “live each day as if it were your very last”
While each dawn I awake and pray this day be my last----- based upon my past
© 2011.….~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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