So Far, So Good

Oooohhh,
I’m a little hard of seeing
kinda near-hearing’d too
I’d rather not talk about aches and pains
if it’s all the same to you
but I get where I need to go
and do what I have to do
though you might have to wait on me
a little longer than you want to

If you ask me how I’m doing
I might say so far, so good
like a three legged mule, I can’t kick
though I prob’ly wouldn’t if I could
the squeaky wheel might get the grease
but it also gets replaced
I think I’d like to hang around
just to see who wins the race.

Deposit

Scramble up the last of the eggs
wash them down with ice water
got through the week without having to beg
as rare as winning the lottery

Broke on the day before payday
a tradition that just won’t go away
sitting and waiting is all you can do
with the Where’s My Direct Deposit Blues

Was it too many bills
not enough overtime
too much riotous living
were you the victim of a crime
if financial husbandry
is beyond your ken
there will be many
weeks when

You’re broke on the day before payday
a tradition that just won’t go away
sitting and waiting is all you can do
with the Where’s My Direct Deposit Blues

Good Intentions

The field sobriety test was a fail
never was good at walking a line
so I take my mail at the county jail
til I pay off the fine
Guess I got a little too free
now I’m learning responsible
wish I’d listened closer
back when I was in school
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
how long is this likely to go on
before I get a break
Temptation is a poor companion
it’ll pester you until you give in
take you from the top to the bottom
then convince you to do it again
Three steps up and two steps back
is not the greatest progress
tangled up in your own tracks
til you end up in a mess
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
but I’m gonna keep keeping on
until I get a break

Stump

we see what we want to see
we hear what we want to hear
until what we’ve been ignoring
crashes down around our ears
a wake up call or karma
call it what you will
even if it’s our fault
it’s still a bitter pill

it’s poor form to complain much
no one wants to hear that crap
try to laugh about your lumps
strive for frequent naps
everything passes
even your time in the dumps
even that awful feeling
you’re just a burned out stump

Un-Hero

It all goes by so fast
and worrying about people
and things you can’t help
or change may be a waste
of time but stands as
the cost of caring

and for every inaction
there is an equal karmic echo
a sonic Boom of conviction
or acquittal for the times
when a man has to not do
what a man has to not do

Things are resolved with
or without the inneffectual attempts
at interference which historically
result in stepped on toes
muddy faces or worse
bondage to that which one
does not believe

One may be an un-hero
while being an un-vilain, too,
just another pilgrim
trying to make it through
do what you can
do what you must
beyond that, in God
place your trust

Showing Up

When your heart is in exile
remembering when to smile
might be one of
the problems that you face

Trying to act normal
when you don’t know
what normal is
you might prefer to vanish
without a trace

but we keep showing up
and going through the motions
in the usual strangely
familiar places

Hoping and fearing
for the mask to be stripped away
a return to the light of day
and the state of earthly grace