Absent Minded
Writing class 101 (feedback poem) (s)8*t creek
There are hundreds of us
and we are in aleaky boat
we are bailing out the water
with holy buckets
and we only have one paddle
and in this boat
up s%$# creek
they all look to me for profound wisdom
and all i can ask them is why
why dear jesus humbled people
are you soo angry
come gather round and listen
listen to my profound wisdom
I have no control
none at all
none over the weather
or where we dump our sewage
no control over the acid rain thats eating our buckets
no control over the shape of this boat
but captain goes dwon with the ship
so here i am up s&*% creek
one paddle pouring rain
holy buckets
and you want my profound wisdom
well now you know how to steer
now you have some control
i hold the talking stick
so everyone has something to say when i speak
one voice is heard and your voice his voice her voice their voice
its all me
It only gets worse
yep
no control
yep
profound wisdom up s&*% creek
leaky boat and holy buckets to bail myslef out
no ones listening when i say paddle out and swim to shore
before your arms get tired
but i'll sit here and tell them all to keep me afloat on S&%$ creek
because i look important since i have the only paddle
I wonder what they would do if they knew i had no say?
and we are in aleaky boat
we are bailing out the water
with holy buckets
and we only have one paddle
and in this boat
up s%$# creek
they all look to me for profound wisdom
and all i can ask them is why
why dear jesus humbled people
are you soo angry
come gather round and listen
listen to my profound wisdom
I have no control
none at all
none over the weather
or where we dump our sewage
no control over the acid rain thats eating our buckets
no control over the shape of this boat
but captain goes dwon with the ship
so here i am up s&*% creek
one paddle pouring rain
holy buckets
and you want my profound wisdom
well now you know how to steer
now you have some control
i hold the talking stick
so everyone has something to say when i speak
one voice is heard and your voice his voice her voice their voice
its all me
It only gets worse
yep
no control
yep
profound wisdom up s&*% creek
leaky boat and holy buckets to bail myslef out
no ones listening when i say paddle out and swim to shore
before your arms get tired
but i'll sit here and tell them all to keep me afloat on S&%$ creek
because i look important since i have the only paddle
I wonder what they would do if they knew i had no say?
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Writing class 101 (feedback poem) (s)8*t creek
Writing class 101 (feedback poem) (s)8*t creek
