Maggie's Kinda Cool

 

When I don’t feel like talking,

The world just ever dark and it’s threatening me,

When my eyes are teared,

From the Reaper’s dreams or reminiscing much,

When I go for days with just a trickles worth,

And wake up every day trudging to the night,

When I battle me and stop at an impasse,

 Go for days on end with a grudge on me,

When the songs I love sound like monsters’ burps,

And a play on words like Cecilia’s cunt,

When my heart can’t stop,

And am feeling sad,

And instead of grunts, all I voice is pain,

When am down to naught but some shards of words,

And my thoughts just fly like an arrow’s barb,

When I come to terms with my loser tag,

And I curse at God screaming, “Am alive!”

When I hate the world with all my feeble strength,

And I go all out then I fall again,

When I write a verse then forget the cause,

And I end up scraping all the bars in fours,

That’s when I stop to think, who I like the most,

Is it Homer, Marge?

Maybe Lisa, Bart?

I just stop and say,

Maggie’s kinda cool 😊.

@Job Kerry