Friday, March 19, 2021

Overheard at Table 3: More Scraps - half written "Life on the Skids"

Life on the Skids

... took a lazy turn

through the badlands of my mind

Got shot down, got turned around,

there was nothing I could find

So I made my way back home again

Using the ditches 'side the road,

Covered in mud, covered in blood

from those I'd never knowed.

All the cooks cleaning up the kitchen

and I'm staggering through the fields with the janitors' kids

someone says they wished I'd quite my bitchin'

But they ain't never lived a life on the skids



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