Keith Dovoric Poet Lyric

Idiot Strength

I won’t stare at the sun
So help me – strike me blind
I know what it’s like to be one
Who feels all but left behind

A product of the time
A consumer lost in space
Where do ya go
When you do not know
And the wind blows dirt in your face?

Idiot strength
Is the kind
On which I’m depending

On the boardwalk they call life
At the carnival in our minds,
There’s a path right thru the strife
There’s no wait in line for the rides

Now I’m pickin’ up this mallet
I intend to ring that bell
If my demeanor comes unraveled,
Then baby, it’s just as well

Idiot strength
Guarantees
A happy ending

Idiot strength
Is the love to you
I’m sending

Idiot strength
Is the currency 
I been spending

Idiot strength 
Is not a debate
Worth contending

Idiot strength –
It’s a rip
That doesn’t want mending.

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