December 6, 2019

Miss Mensa

you always bragged you were a member of Mensa
but when it came to love you were always on the fence
you majored in psychology but not in common sense
you were always the smartest one in the room
you gotta lotta dollars but not much cents
you wish you had a friend to turn to


you stay home alone most nights
never seen the big city lights
you’ve never seen nothing but scaled all the heights
you were too good for anybody else
found out life ain’t all balloons and kites
you realize that now


you’re content to live your life alone
but you still sit close to the phone
thinkin’ about all the chances you’ve blown
‘cause you were smarter than anybody else
now you sit by yourself in your expensive brownstone
wondering if you outsmarted yourself


you called them lowlifes and said they had no class
just pieces of ordinary trash
but now you could kick yourself in the ass
maybe they weren’t really so bad
you could fit your happiness in a shot glass
now you’ve got no one to turn to

December 4, 2019

Long Lonesome Fourth Street

goin’ down that long lonesome fourth street
past manicured lawns and barbecue grills
tucked away in perfectly kept back yards
by perfectly kept beautiful people with beautiful money
past the elementary school where I learned what I needed to learn
everything else that came later on was superfluous
past baseball fields with twisted metal fences as backstops
where I learned my baseball dreams weren’t going to come true
bowling alley red line red line beer frames
late nights, strikes, spares, spending time in the gutter
jimmy’s on the left--left a lot of cash in there
liquid lunches with friends from work and school
trying to avoid life which kept looking for me
like a detective with a grudge
by the oil refineries and steel mills where I once worked
but left for greener pastures that I haven’t found yet
up to the big city that promised much but delivered nothing
wearing pretty clothes 100 stories high
rode the train into the city--it never took long enough
job interviews for jobs I didn’t want
steel tracks reaching out past lifetimes of generations
now into the north country--why I don’t know
goin’ someplace cold and remote

December 2, 2019

Image Conscious

I don't want to subscribe to the magazine you're selling
I'm just not into all that negativity you're pushing 
I don't want to hear your empty rage and yelling 
just like oil from a well you just keep on gushing 
I'm tired of hearing about the injustices done to you
when most of the time you were behind it
you speak about things you've lost and not the things you have won
well why don't you go out and try to find them
life ain’t really treated you so bad
you were too busy looking down
just think of all the good things you could of had
your white light of hope has always been dark brown
you’ve always worn a frown
you’re full of anger and been a misanthrope
saying that the world is against you
I don’t believe what you say
you’re tangled up in cobalt blue
look up at the sky once in a while
feel the sun on your back and the wind in your hair
you might just crack a smile
maybe you just shouldn’t care
your image has been so important in your little world 
you always worry on those people you think doubt you
concerned with every look and every perfect curl
the reality is they don't even think about you