Living a life can be
one big head job
good or bad enough
to make the eyes sob
Tripping through life looking
for some great big thrill
Some are lucky if they
find a good meal
Life can be a small
or big deal
with or without any
attractive appeal

Coming to you with a
heavy load
anytime things might explode
The buzzards might eat
the horse you rode
and you too dude
if you get caught in
the wrong place
Away goes the smile
on your face
leaving no trace
of the joy inside
if there was any
showing outside
Some do commit suicide
Ignoring others who
try to confide
So they end up with
no one by their side

Many cook their own goose
it gets hot in the kitchen
won't even call a truce
Can't stand the heat
you might end up
dead meat
or a scarecrow
hanging in a field or wheat
What are you doing there
when the birds won't
even scare
and no one else care

opg