Par for the Course
They say I need a case worker
I may be a basketcase
Or just insecure – eyes without a face
But being a writer, I cracked the code
And just like a child, don’t like to be told
Your priority is work, but I’m not a horse
I’m human and putt par for the course
And I should have washed clothes
So many days ago past
Yet life whizzed by pretty fast
Was stuck in a line waiting for food
Was caught drying clothes trying to be good
In the public library, way upstairs
No one was looking – I got no stares
But Police dogs are hunting
They just want to rid
Of all of the weirdness
Of all of the ‘sin’
So what if it’s unconventional
I just want to be approachable
Yet I seem reproachable
I can’t be a turtle & carry tent in either
Forget about the sleeping bag
They want me with liter
Of liquor to pin me down as a bum
But rather I’m chewing a big wad of gum
I could be a round peg stuck in a square hole
Or maybe I just have an odd kinda goal
To tickle and try to cajole
No matter their take, I still have my soul
Everyone has their own style
I say I can only stay for a while
To state that I feel like a child
Getting bounced around by authority
Who only wants to take care of me
But I am not a basketcase
And this here life…It isn’t a race!
bognetta 