Anyone with a guiater
and a high pitched voice
Trying for the high’s
When they can’t reach the low’s.
Your voice doesn’t sound as I hear it
But keep plucking your guiater strings
Tap tap ping ping.
Everyone thinks their a townes or a joplin
Not any of their own.
Sing with a voice older than your age
Tell a story on paper with more words
than the wrinkles on your face.
Handed a bible but no salvation
I’ll sing a song of all hope and salvation gone
Like an old quarter
Tarnished but worthy.
A winter that snows
Where it doesn’t snow.
The a/c still fogging up the.
Painting covered walls of someones mushroom dreams.
Guitar scratched and worn.
Tuning tuning ’til I’m ready to scream.
Life falls through the seam’s.
Sing a song
Go to hell.