Spilt
So, I spilled the cream this morning.
I immediately thought "can I cry?"
I mean this was not milk...
Sometimes I just want to let it out.
You get it, right?
I mean this life we lead, it is quite a drag.
There has to be some kind of release.
Every time I turn around, I see hypocrisy,
All the lessons learned are turned inside out...
Today I was told the words "mom and dad"
were out, it's just not right to say those words.
Girls and boys are all whipped together,
How would anyone fall in love anymore?
What is happening to this crazy planet?
I remember as a child watching "It's A Mad Mad World";
If this world was the plot that movie would
have been a major fantasy, in the horror section.
Yet here we are, right in the middle of disheartened Royals,
playing house with billionaires on the tele,
They seem to think they need more cash
to use as a salve while Chicago burns...
Nantucket has some really nice homes;
Maybe that's why when I spill the cream
I think I deserve a good cry,
Although I do have a confession:
It actually was just half and half...
© Joseph James
3/12/21