Jack by Reisa L. Gerber
When I look back at my life,
At the brut and the wistful angel,
And the damage I've done
To the ones who loved me so dearly-
I can only cry for my sweet friend Jack,
Who aint coming back,
Who used to "curse under his breath" at me-
And I would do it right dam back!
For his lost desire for me,
As I run from the muck to the 'mire, very much,
For the raging him-a-caine,
The lighting of my fire, Light my spark!
Faster than the speed of greased lightening,
Faster than the speed of that disastrous
sound-
Tinker Bell to Peter Pan,
Who won't "grow up" into aa real man-
What is love? What is it?
Is it "blabberin'" to your women on the phone
About nothin'-
A little bit of dough-could you lend her?@
And you're sinking like a stone,
And trying to make it on my own-
I would like to, make a couple compromises,
if i can,
So as not to hurt my mother and my old man-
Daddy, I love you-
Leave the little "b**h"@(pardon me)
Even if she don't buckle her seatbelt,
Because this is how I live-
And this is how I'll die-
I stick up for myself, and anyone,
Who may have a mental illness-
Now I "baby, do it!" to myself-
My buddy "no longer does it for me"-
Flashback, flashback,
To a time when he was deeply in love with me-
And I know about the changes "he took himself"
Through
Whatever "turns you on", "gets you off"
Whatever feels good for you-
It's your bag! Uptight, out-a-site,
And in the moviola!
He hit the highway in a different direction!
Oh well!
He said, "Mama, I hafto"...I said, "Oh.."
He said, "Mama, I hafto"...I said, "Oh.."
He said, "Mama, I hafto.." OKAY ALREADY!!!!
If the light was red, I could stop you, man,
but you know that light is green,
And Green means "Go"!!!
I hope to get this printed...it's awhile I've been
refused.