GROOVY GRAVY By Tom Jensen
You look into my face
Expecting to see
A man who is angry
Yet these eyes of mine
Just finished crying
Miss my sweet ass candy
My mind…
Gotta fill it with groovy gravy baby
So I’m inclined…
To do or say anything that will pay me
Picked rhyme
‘Cause I find most lives of crime pay weekly not daily
And all my
Friends not in my head all think I’m going crazy
Sure, once I thought I was on a roll
But I found out it’s beyond all my control
Because when the Zen unfolded
Again I was the one left dumbfounded
Boy was I wrong
I really had thought I’d found it
Being used like a toy all along
There’s no other way around it
I was a puppet on a string
Just a bird with two clipped wings
Confined behind these four walls
Tortured was the only way I’d sing
I was force fed
To believe - so I’d pretend
That means don't matter
As long as it gets you to the end
But soon I was no longer
The one steering the wheel
The machine kept getting stronger
I was left wondering was I still real?
Yes, once I thought I was on a roll
Now I’ve found out it’s beyond all my control
Boy was I wrong
I really had thought I’d found it
Being used like a toy all along
There’s just no other way around it
Became the prisoner of my own sad song
No wonder I’ve grown so despondent