I need something to fill my life,
for I am rich and idle,
and haven't had a creative idea since I was 46,
half a century ago this Tuesday, the 23rd of August
anno domini 2012. I need something, a hollow gnaws at my soul.
I need something, almost anything would do.
To levitate would be supernatural,
but that might make me famous and who needs famous.
Famous is a prison, famous is quicksand, famous is the pits.
To feed the hungry of Somalis would be grand.
To walk on water would give me tickles.
Tickles, I can take but risk of drowning is not my cup of tea.
Yep, I need meaning, something nitty gritty,
but bet a wooden nickle I'd be hard up to not find it,
taking up pole dancing, tweeting or skydiving,
or even volunteering to reelect Obama.
He has his problems, I have mine.
Bet he wishes he had never left Chicago.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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