Blind Mice Know Why
Surviving my hope
In a helpless state of motion
I could have climbed the potato chips
But I let myself go
__into my own belonging
Lifting weights would have gotten me
__that fine looking bitch
But like I said
She would have been a "bitch"
"It's not time to crawl under the sun
It's time to be Mr. Potato Head
And put all your body parts
__back on you yourself
'Cause nobody is here to help you
If you saw your car crashing
Would you never have drove again?
Who closed your eyes
__when you saw her car coming?"
I'm writing to me with my own pen
I could get to dysfunction
And slap around in my identification
These days I have a right to
Having been slapped with the labels
Many has come a time
I could plug into my own sharp wits
If I knew my own sawed off head
__in thee end
What's gonna be the beginning of what it takes?
D. L. Cannon