Consumed By Rage

I’m chilled to the bone,

Frozen through and through,

I’m cold deep down,

Another warm Florida night,

God I wonder,

What could have caused me such a plight?

 

It’s the attitudes,

Which at me have been threw,

How does anyone know,

How many faces are possibly hid,

Behind the eyes of each and every ma’am and dude?

Fuck!

I’m shivering inside,

It boggles my mind,

Do they all think I am blind?!

Icicles are hardening my soul,

Thanks to these motherfucking trolls.

I feel the temperature of ice,

Being slowly transported through my veins,

It flows along,

And I silently scream in torture,

Oh when will this nightmare be over?

Blood so cold now,

It has turned to snow,

The flakes and drifts,

Threaten to send my mind over a cliff,

I can’t think straight,

Everything’s in a haze,

Thoughts more confusing,

Than a harvest-time corn maze.

I’m so sick of lips that lie,

And eyes that spy,

They make me scream,

And they make me cry,

My body is becoming,

A furnace of anger,

Explosion is an imminent danger,

This high heat,

Hot enough to melt bars of gold,

Has gone and turned me stone cold.

This I Promise

I may get old,

But I won’t get fat,

You couldn’t pay me enough,

To get like that.

I may get old,

But I won’t act my age,

I’ll let my true colors show,

Wherever I go.

I may get old,

But I won’t get lazy,

Although I may be,

The one the neighbors call crazy.

I may get old,

But I won’t get frail,

I’ll be tough enough to hold up,

Through a raging gale.

I may get old,

But I won’t lose it all,

I haven’t worked my whole life,

Just to have a downfall.

I may get old,

But I won’t be forgetful,

My memories will be right there,

Behind my temples.

I may get old,

But I won’t go grey,

I’ll do myself up pretty,

‘Til my dying day.

I may get old,

But I won’t be a nag,

I’ll let the younger generations,

Do whatever makes their tails wag.

I may get old,

But I won’t turn into a recluse,

Everyone will know of me,

Like a child knows of Mother Goose.

I may get old,

But I won’t be feeble,

I’ll still drive around,

In a big diesel.

I may get old,

But I won’t change my mind,

There’s a reason that one,

Became a favorite of mine.

I may get old,

But I won’t give up,

I’ll still be here,

Livin’ it up.