Lucky

Lucky

1.Lucky those who have all things,

And don’t care about a thing;

Lucky those who like a few,

Among those, love one or two;

Lucky, ‘cause they know the way,

But often alone they stay.

2.Lucky whom you can’t blackmail,

They will threaten you with jail;

Lucky whom you can’t suppress,

And with words you can’t impress;

Lucky, but oh so alone,

People think they’re made of stone.

3.It’s something hard to ignore,

Loneliness, such heavy chore!

But is this the price to pay

For not bowing the whole day?

Better lonely, by themselves,

Than among a sea of shells.

Wishing it was

Glow bugs

Life was in grey tones

On Bad Luck Street,

Where the most lively thing

Was to drink and eat.

Life had no color

In a house without love,

Where the biggest dream of all

Was the ceiling above.

Come to my house, why not,

While nights are blue and hot,

Soon they will fade to grey,

Live to love another day!

Plans are so useless,

Just roll and let roll,

All things are tangled,

Even in the crystal ball.

Lives are like feathers,

No glow, no might,

All that is left to do

Is to try and write.

Brave new world

A lot of things and a limit

1.There are a lot of stuff I’d do for money,

And this one isn’t one of them,

Paint the world in fluffy rainbows,

When children starve and labor well.

2.There are a lot of things I’d do for money,

I’d sell my body in bits, or as a whole,

But I won’t paint the world in fluffy rainbows,

Only the body is for sale, and not the soul.

3.There are a lot of things I’d do for money,

Like militate for using liquid assets!

But I won’t paint the world in fluffy rainbows,

A bit of the ideals cannot be annexed.

4.There are a lot of things I’d do for money,

And this one isn’t one of them,

Paint the world in fluffy rainbows,

Children need knowledge, and not to bend well.