So Tired So Tired

so tired so tired egghausted

break a few eggs 1.89 a dozen

killing myself to death--i’ll get mad and throw a feast

fix dinner and fall asleep in front of the tv again

if I had an ounce of energy--what time it is

un-stress decompress coalesce straighten this mess

I’m on trial I want my due process

I’m the ogre I’m the bad guy

i wonder what handwriting analysis

would think of my primitive childish scrawl

a last will and testament with nothing to give

a legacy with no leg to stand on

written in the gulag on a piece of imaginary paper with a ghost blue pen

I never had much and what I’ve had I’ve lost

conniving women, dumb ideas, a hundred moves

but I’ve seen a lot of the country

the northeast, midwest, south, west coast so it ain’t all bad

I’d be more successful if I had my druthers

almost all of us are a disappointment to our mothers

high hopes never lived up to

anybody can have a few bad decades or so