Author: Eric Michael Jones

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Tellin’ me I got to beware

You can build a big stone boat
Cover it with the sex organs of plants
and call it a float
Or you could take your own life seriously

I don’t know why you’re lying down there
Another sunny day ends in despair
It’s not fair and never justified
Just another pile of pain to be brushed aside