I Wish (I Could Draw)

Experimental rhymes.......

Yeah, man, sometimes I wish I could draw but alas, I cannot....

so I paint pictures with the words I scribble

late in the night

creating both Peace and havoc between the lines

of the paper on which I write

If there was not really a God or a Devil,

I'd be terrified

because I wouldn't know who to fight

Its a f*****g cliche to even have the nerve to say:

(so I whisper)

I'm just trying to live my life......

sheeeeiiieeeet,

I'm stoned, mother-f****r

and I'm trying to find E.T. so

that we both can phone for home, mother-f****r

Where is this? I couldn't tell you

because I really don't know

but I am sure this present reality is sick

and I suppose any other place would be good to go

Awwww s**t, my friends, 

here I spout another tired cliche

Something along the lines of how we cannot escape,

no matter how dreary and akin to mental rape,

the utter finality and severity of grumpy old man Fate

With whom for most here now and then

we've a give and take sort of relationship

so I paint pictures with the words I scribble

late in the night

creating both Peace and havoc between the lines

of the paper on which I write

If there was not really a God or a Devil,

I'd be terrified

because I wouldn't know who to fight

Its a f*****g cliche to even have the nerve to say:

(so I whisper)

I'm just trying to live my life

Yeah, man, about this World, I just don't know

I've been trying to get my mind out of the gutter

but on T.V., its seemingly filth they only show

Lifestyles of the sick and depraved

if there was not really a God or a Devil,

then my Soul could never be saved

And in the present future,

The Government has already dug me a grave

but until they come for me, I'll continue to write

like what, as Americans, we should all say

“Give me Liberty or give me death”

And I'll be free until THEY

come for me in the grey fog

on a cold and rainy day

but please remember, that just like a name,

there is no part of the Future

that we cannot change.......

so I paint pictures with the words I scribble

late in the night

creating both Peace and havoc between the lines

of the paper on which I write

If there was not really a God or a Devil,

I'd be terrified

because I wouldn't know who to fight

Its a f*****g cliche to even have the nerve to say:

(so I whisper)

I'm just trying to live my life

Andrew N. Farrens

West Stockton, California

050413

Author's Note

Imagine any beat with a 4/4 time signature to hear what I heard as I wrote this......SELAH!
ANF

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this works very well with a meter and seems to be quite fluid and resonant. can't say enough about your honesty and gritty tone, it really works well. i liked this piece immensely!

[Andrew N. Farrens]

thank-you, my friend.....

[quinfinn]

welcome!