always on the go..
sweet mashed potatos
summertime..and gentle
made sages..
blonde made reason..
and so the manifest season..
brought you..yourself and I..
another wasted again..
spinning round the bend..
do you remember when
it all went to hell..
and I done lost my soul again..
by the sexual way..
a dream of luxuriant silken road
of flame..and my dear sweet lord
so tell me who's to blame..
whether it be right side up
satanically the otherway..
or sideways slippin..
on a painful religious dogma
was it karma..or just my selfish
self..to go my own way..
the pleasure we seek..
is it in my head..
you're born..you live a little..
and then your dead..
so off you go..
my sweet little boy..
what happened to all your little toys..
I done found out..much to my
chagrin..it was all just some
fairy tales..to keep us all
safe from sin..
By Rick Weber
December 8, 2011
copywritten
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