S l i p--pery
Happiness is a slippery fellow
Empty pockets, collar pulled up
Shouldering around the corner
Shade moves when it sees him coming.
Guilt sticks its foot out when I pass
Up go my dukes, down go I
Hit in the head with a beanbag
Shoved down the stairs,
Fighting a full catastrophe
Body contorted, pretzeled, Gumbied
Fall anyway, down go I
Dragging my taffeta skirt in the mop water,
I know I’m right
I have the black eye to prove it
You can’t keep a secret from me
It’s not my fault because
Happiness is too slippery for me.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Variation on a theme from Pete Townsend’s song Teenage Wasteland:
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Happiness is a slippery fellow
Empty pockets, collar pulled up
Shouldering around the corner
Shade moves when it sees him coming.
Guilt sticks its foot out when I pass
Up go my dukes, down go I
Hit in the head with a beanbag
Shoved down the stairs,
Fighting a full catastrophe
Body contorted, pretzeled, Gumbied
Fall anyway, down go I
Dragging my taffeta skirt in the mop water,
I know I’m right
I have the black eye to prove it
You can’t keep a secret from me
It’s not my fault because
Happiness is too slippery for me.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Variation on a theme from Pete Townsend’s song Teenage Wasteland:
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
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2 comments:
Cool bit of writing...
I like the thoughts in the second verse about guilt.
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