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.