Turd In the Grass
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Laying there till I become petrified
No one coming to pick me up
They see me as the low of the low
Laying there till I become petrified
Of no value to anyone else
They see me as the low of the low
I lay here alone in the tall grass
Of no value to anyone else
Is this all there is to my existance
I lay here alone in the tall grass
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Is this all there is to my existence
This is not the life of which I dreamed
It is time for me to rise to my feet
Passion for living energizes my life
This is not the life of which I dreamed
No one coming to pick me up
It's time for me to rise to my feet
I refuse to feel like a turd in the grass
Dedicated to Colleen Bono, she always jokes
that I can write about a Turd in the grass
and make it sound good. This one is for you Kiddo
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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