Jive Me Alive©
Faron Pooh was such soul food
a meal to feast on,
supersized me not to be crude
but my appetite satisfied dusk till dawn.
I was always hip to his hop
he made my heart beat,
the vibes i got from him wouldn't stop
the rhythm spread on the street.
Now i can't be hip anymore
the hop went out with such a bang,
the beat never at my door
the hardest blues have formed a gang.
I had such a happy heart with him thru the years
singing to all kinds of music so alive,
now only blues get past my ears
cause he's not singin and talkin his jive.
Depression is nothing to sing about there's no melody
to come off pitiful at all i just don't care,
despair has ganged up on me
feeling dead has such a way there.
No harmony to feast on any given day
this earth has me dying of hunger,
if i could just sleep away
the ground would sing to me while pulling me under!
Copyright© 2012
Here waits to really die an oldie but not a goodie no lie....
Sally
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