This is different than several of the poems that I have posted to my site. This is not here because I think it is especially good, but because I think it says the things I need to say in a different sort of way.
"What They Say (song)"
She cries a little louder to be heard over the freeway And he waves his hands in the air, tracing out ancient letters "Our relationship is a palindrome!" he screams But his voice cracks, ruining the moment The entire group waits for the rain to let up And, hours later, they wonder about 40 days and nights. Cats and dogs barely gets there, its more like A huge question of "Why?", but with forced faces. I guess its what they say, that life sucks so hard We might as well enjoy it. And I guess its true, that missing shades of blue Are just as good as any other. Man, I want to get pissed and I want to be pissed off... But all I can do... All I can do... I guess its true what they say. Fifteen minutes seem long a long time, when A doctor is somewhere deep inside you. And you know you are paying him money to say "Hey, you're dying." Gee, that's swell. And I guess its what they say, life sucks so hard We might as well enjoy it. And I guess its true, that red lights don't hold us up Forever, just a little while. I am nowhere near drunk enough to taste this, And I can't take this... And I can't take... I guess its true what they say... She slaps him in the face and he turns the other cheek. She tells him to stop being a matyr, confusing him. She just wants him to feel something, but not that And damned but this is going nowhere. The entire group waits for the rain to let up And, hours later, they wonder about 40 days and nights. Waterlogged, and somewhat quiet, they wade Outside, on their way to their sunlit cars. And I guess its what they say, life sucks hard enough That we might as well enjoy it. And I guess that waterproof matches have to light Sometime, so I'll keep striking Out, but it sort of bugs me... It sort of bugs me... I guess its true what they say... What they say... That life sucks so hard we might as well enjoy it, Because we are never getting a happy ending Quite like this again... But damn it, sometimes I just want to say A little complaint.... But what the hell... What the hell... I guess its true what they say... What they say...
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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