Ohh woe is me.
My kittys ran away...

This is a poem for the young and the old.
For the rich and the poor...

My money tight in my pocket.
Trailing the street like Davy Crockett...

The coyotes are outside.
Howling at the moon...

Flashy cameras and bad reports.
Make goverment tyrants seem like lords...

My mind is frozen.
For i cant think...

I felt for sure last night.
That this life is not a fight...

Monopoly is a game of life.
I play it all time with my ex-wife...

Today i saw my parents fight.
And i thought about the meaning of life...

Im puttin it down for you today
The rap of the century is on its way...

As i check the ads in the sunday paper.
I skipped article about a rapper...

The light grows as she enters the room.
and the air a bit sweeter...