Lost my Edge…

Maybe it fell off the ledge,

The one in my head just behind the hedge,

Maybe I need, to open my mind, a dredge,

I swear to all that the wagon I have not off fallen,

I swear to you all that I have remained true to my pledge,

Though sometimes I feel the need for just one hit,

Don’t much care how good or bad is the shit…

My edge was quite sharp,

Better now I feel to play the harp,

Wings on my back or maybe scales of a carp,

A body bag is just so much of being wrapped in a tarp…

I feel I have something to say,

But cannot decipher the proper way,

Maybe if more often I did get laid,

Better yet maybe I should inhale the fumes from a can of Raid…

Huffing was never my desire,

To my nostrils I do not want fire,

Did snort just a bit in past years,

Just made me cry big puppy dog tears,

No longer would I as it brought on all sorts of, as well, fears…

Dragging this one on,

As if a biography of me since born,

Can you tell that of late I have found myself to be forlorn?

Is it this godforsaken world we live in, or on my head, the horns,

From my head I will someday allow the horns to be torn…

          © ed ~ 7/25/05