1.6.15

( this poem is yrs old, but full of rezzies good for new year. )

i want to love
u dont know patience
i love too much
you get mad quick with drink
i choose the wrong ones
you are excellent at dances
i just gotta keep opening
you told off yer shrink
i must feel this so i can love more
you should drink the beer thats alreddy open
i cannot walk again o'er a trapdoor
you are blind
i am blind
you need to rest yer body
i like my blinders
you gotta save yer mojo for a friday nite
i drink smoke and laff the day
you are humble yes
i am lucky
you like to gripe
i got so much goin/all i need/more than i even want
you are usually gay
i sometimes without knowing it
  end up trying to save someone's soul
you gotta quit that
i write poems to save the world
u write poems on dope
i know ya can't lead but by example
u know there ain't no teachers in this world
right, there’s students only
u can exist with or without being adored
why don't u fold yer clothes
  and take them to the drawer
u should regonize the sailor in a tree
i say keep yer cupboards bare