INDIGESTION By Tom Jensen
She was a bender and a molder
A shape shifter always in full control
And I was her good soldier
Playing follow the leader
Believing that I need her
In order to dig a little deeper
Sometimes I hear that mind creeper
You see that she turned me
into a light sleeper…
Gotta keep on or lose your toes
Now I wish I could start over
Without the overdose
That’s coming closer and closer
But that’s just the way it goes
When it comes to being clean and sober
For you see
that authenticity
Has become the exception
To the rulers
As the foolers fake the faith healers
Into sharing their sacred secrets
Long held by the non-revealers
Nowadays people say:
Hey!
Don’t cut in line in front of me
Exclaimation point
Followed by their favorite obscenity
Don’t you know who I am?
Who are you?
I’m next…oh…
Holy Cow! So now…
This veggie man has got a beef at the deli…
Where oh where is Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli
So you can see - just look at me
Besides when I’m live on T.V.
You know I’m afraid of rejection:
I - I - I stutter… why?
There’s no no no reply
So I’m open to suggestions…
Umm….Perhaps it’s just indigestion!