Misanthropic Blues


(Inspired by an attempt at a peaceful night
with some blues and herb…but alas…)

 

I have to say the days are far too long
And everything that can, just might go wrong,
But peace is drifting closer than you know
Within a pipe accompanied by song.

O burn some herb to find a little peace
I cough and grin as all my troubles cease,
And as I fly amongst a hazy dream
A cellphone glows and threatens my release.

A smoking little number on display,
But no, she doesn’t call this time to play.
Now compromised inside a feline’s game
Too high to follow what she has to say.

It’s true, o every time I have to lose
And sit here writing misanthropic blues;
And even though I cannot make her stop
At least I found myself a little muse.

It’s true, o every time I have to lose
And sit here writing misanthropic blues;
And now my high is rushing to a stop
Because I had to find a little muse.