The Gallery Coffee Shop
To write is so much nobler than to box,
Their neurotic egos, trying to put me in a box,
No pity for their plans and games,
To look at them puts my heart in pains,
For I will not sit and be a pole,
And be asked to play but a role,
In games and schemes and plans and shit,
While I sit in the sun and play my bit,
For I have plans and schemes of my own,
To find a love, a place, a home,
And not sit and groan while I watch their games,
While they beg I remember their names,
Or give respect to a man in a chair,
Who begs that I stand or stare,
For life is more, and bigger and deserves more respect,
Than to watch a man who begs to be decked,
Or fuck a woman who pays them respect,
Who can say later on me she pecked,
While later she climbed and died and rolled,
And said that my hand I did fold,
I have lived a thousand lives,
And drank in a hundred dives,
And smiled at insanity as it loomed,
And thought about how I was doomed.
Now free at last to try and die,
And lie and live and reach for the sky,
For I have never gotten what I want,
So I’ll reach for the sky in this font,
Of what I do not know,
Times new roman, or Calipilio,
O Woman take, me and I’ll die,
I will quiver and shake in your arms,
And fall for your every woman’s charms,
And write and walk and live and fly,
In jet planes up in the sky,
And buy a beach with all my wealth,
And do my best to keep my health,
And wish I was Dylan, who could sit and chill,
While I took the big sedative pill,
But we all did drugs and span and sang,
While others stood and ran,
And I’ll curse and swear for a gentleman dies,
While in his heart he cries and cries.
My business my own my anger spent,
On thinking of them and paying rent,
O to chill like Flynn and Kid Rock,
To buy a boat and live on a dock,
To keep my eyes while they rip and tear,
No one can say I never did dare,
They lose their voice as they try and try,
O take me woman or I will die,
And never bow to another’s command,
And be at home on every land,
We have all learned, all the true greats,
That wind and rain and trial awaits,
And never give the game away,
And think all men happy and gay.
