lithium: always
at hand, to
stave off depression
lithium: always
at hand, to
stave off depression
We keep them around us
To help scrape off us
What ends up on us
That either should have gone in us
Or should be nowhere near us
We stand out in their parking lots
And watch our money drain away;
As though it was enjoyable,
A perfect way to spend the day
And as we look around, we see
The same wan, haunted look:
So little to spend all we had,
For this was all
It took
No one had to teach me how to be mean
I was pretty much born knowing
But someone — actually many-ones —
Had to teach me how to be nice
My troubles are many, yet here I remain:
A storm around me roars —
I’m s’posed to be learning to dance in the rain?
I can’t even dance indoors!
You fight about money
You fight about sex
You fight about children
The list is not complex
It’s what you have to work at
To hear the other side
It doesn’t happen magically
The day you’re groom and bride
If there’s a thing I hate out there
It’s when a fight just isn’t fair
Like Big v Small, or Loud v Quiet;
Or (worst of all) Pizza v Diet
Some are born tall, and Some are born small and Some are born to run to hit to pass to kick a ball Some are born to choose, and Some are born to lose and Some are born to gallop or to waddle or to cruise Some are born for school, and Some are born a fool and Some of us are born to be like me you see uncool Everyone is someone, that's Who they're meant to be and I'm afraid that I was made for geek-iosity
To exercise feels good,
If I can get myself to do it,
And I can eat the things I should,
If I just attend to it.
My problems are all solvable
If I remain involved;
And yet I sit here, still amazed
For none of them are solved