don't want
the Real World
NO More

don't want
The real
don't care ta' feel

hey,
in this game of Life
when can i Deal
before i die?
other Wise why Try?

don't want a Job
don't wanna'
steal or rob
nor be a snob

just wanna' Be
can't ya' See?
just wanna'
write my poetry.

don't wanna' be
a Politician
no polictical machine
means nuthin' ta' me
have no Great Expectations
a' tellin' you
What To Do!
do you?

don't wanna' be
a Salesman
no more
hell, You own The Store
that's fore shore
what a bore.

just wanna' be
Me
just wanna' write
my Poetry
late at night
or in the early mornin'
when i'm Mournin'
can't you see?
just wanna' BE ME!

if i had 3 ears
can ya' hears?...
like Van Gogh
i'd let one go
hell,
oh well,
just wanna' Grow
into ME
Poetically.

if i was
Edgar Allen Poe
or Rambeauw
don't ya' know
i'd a' died
long time ago
knowin' i tried
ta' live
ta' give
what i sought
livin'
and dyin'
tryin'
with what i bought
not doin' what i should
just doin' the best i could.

don't care about Money
yeah, i like The Honey
and wine
they be fine
fruit a' the Vine
but i lose my Mind
when i Find
i still have ta' face
i still have ta' Race
Reality!

that just ain't me
i Be
Poetry.

if i could look...
if i took...
the Time
i might Rhyme
a Book
the Earth might be shook...
by my words
the words they Heards
and herds
and herds
might say
hell, some might Pray
"how Prophetic"
how pathetic...

i just wanna' Be
My Poetry
can't ya' see
$$$ mean nuttin' ta' ME?

hey!
i Say
don't like Reality.
just ain't me.

wanna' READ a book.
wanna' take a look
at what i took
and what i See.
git off the Hook
just Be Me.

wanna' Hear
the Sound
of a song comin' 'round
thru the Lost & the Found
wanna' hear That Sound.

so if you will
if ya' got time ta' kill...
can still a man
or a woman
still stand?
Live & Give...
on simple things
on what Life brings
when It sings
like a song
about written & wrongs?

do we All have ta' Be
liven & given
in Reality?
or can we be
in Poetry
Just an Old Hippie?