She Drives Me
She drives me like a bus
And tests me to know who's boss
When she wakes, I'm either happy or sad,
Gloomy or mad
She wakes up before I do
But would never ask what I'd like to do
Rather she shows me a mask
And says 'paint what you want to do'.
White is for calm
Yellow is for lukewarm
Green is for fine like palm,
Pink for nice and warm
And red for harsh like balm
So I stay calm all day
Or let her happen to me
While I watch her like a play,
Allowing her to play me
Like an aucostic on key A.
Sometimes she makes me act like I'm forty,
At other times like I'm faulty
But I know a thing deep down,
That I have been fixed from time
By the ultimate fixer
So the next time she shows up,
I'll be set for a show down
For I have power
Coming from my tongue
To paint what I wmt.
Now when my day storms at me,
I'll say peace b still,
When my world turns me down,
I'll turn up my self
And I'll stay fixed
I will laugh
I will smile
I will freely give kisses
By all means,
I'll stay happy
So the next time she shows up,
I'll paint her pink, green and white.
When I don't see what I want,
I won't doubt, for eye have not seen
The measure of joy that I posses.
Copyright © Chris Jim | Year Posted 2018
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