ORIGINALLY IN 1999...POSTED HERE IN 2002
It sure would be neat, to be placing my feet
in Nevada's clean air, knowing peace.
From a high rocky nook, where a person can look
at the hundred mile view that won't cease
With some money "in jeans", so I'd have the means
to stay long, sing a song, or just sit.
The stresses and strife, to let loose of my life
No "news", and no "damned commie!" fit.
Well, that could have been, if I'd kept money back when
I felt like I must change the world
My efforts 'weren't shoddy, but I messed up my body
from the pain, and the insults "they" hurled.
And it was "they" that I tried, to save their damned hide
To hold back the evil we saw.
I tried to be nice, and it worked once or twice
out of ten thousands.....how that "sticks in the craw"
So the lesson I've learned, is : "you get what you've earned"
Security, or "grunt" on the "rear guard" of life.
Could I just "do it over", I'd be rolling in clover
Having said "NUTS”! to those who brought strife.
Poems by O’Mean........in a moment of angst.
(O'Mean is a name given to me by Alix. It's a long story)
©1999
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