So Tired So Please Be Nice
Lord it’s hard to write today
Filled with so much ennui
More and more it seems to me
Infected by this lethargy
It’s not as though I have nothing to say
More like why bother…anyway
The slippery slope with no rope
Seems to consume all my hope
Maybe if I don’t read the news
I can lose all these hopeless blues
The teaming lemmings known to me
Never read the words that set us free
Floods, and famine, fire, and fear
Disaster rampant everywhere
I harkin back to yesterday
The fields and streams where I used to play
Golden idle a refuge to stay
Yet tympanic reverberations repeated say
It don’t have to be this way
PLEASE, please, PLEASE, please… Father set me free
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