Bright eyed and bushy tailed was how they described her
Until that one morning she cracked and decided to punish their sin of sloth
Now she took their breakfast, camouflaged it, then hid it, forcing them to work for it
Never again did they miss a sunrise in her house
You could say she was pretty hard boiled after all!
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom
Under the veneer of what some call civilization
Now I know how to fight to get what is mine
Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better
Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats
Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”
Perhaps it is beneath your attention
Every cent counts in the long run, though
Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy
Never picking him up when he’s on the ground
Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it
Love came down as a baby
Igniting a beacon in the night
Giving hope to those in the darkness
Hope to those that had lost it
That all could find their way back home
Down the river floated the inflatable raft
Rapids could be heard in the distance
If they paddled hard they could determine their course
Find the optimal entrance into the turbulent times
That’s why it was such a shame that they never got their paddles wet