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Social Security

Posted to Poetry




god bless me,
go look for me.
im out, im out and im never walking through those doors
again.

from now on,
from here to the other,
my life, my wife, my dog,
we'll all look like a john denver cover.

-ive got a garden,
and ive got a dog,
ive got a Sesna,
and there no more downtown smog.

if it all goes my way,
ill wake up one day,
go to my garden, work in the sun.
and my heart will quit working,
and ill slowly fall amongst the tomatoes and the carrotts,
and my pretty little flowers.
there, i shall lay.
(go down moses)
there, i shall lay.