Early Morning Blues
Another personal news year is almost here
Turn the page, clear the slate, cue the song, sing along
When I get out of bed I sound like a bowl of Rice Crispies
And my eyes focus like through the milk
But at least, so far, I have gotten up
And I'm not dead yet...
Muse along and follow the bouncing ball
Bounding down the hall and out the door
The grapes in the refrigerator have all turned to raisins in the sun
Bring me soda, ahhh my kingdom for a cold one
I only wish it were a hot one
If only I could keep my feet underneath me
I would dance a jig and greet my diddle diddle with a hi
I don't want any of it back
But I would like my back to be straight again
Ah but to be straight is another question that alludes
Some of the king's men
"Better to be silent than to be thought a fool"
I wish that I had enough breath to blow out all the candles at once