I am totally mixed up- headed for a crash
all I have created- right into the trash.
where will I be when the smoke clears?
who will I be when the time nears?
I hear voices all the time now’
can no longer recall which one is mine,
I mean to call or drop a line now,
but I’m tied up all the time.
tied up, mixed up, mixed nuts, fixed up
tied down, home bound, not found
under ground.
is this what happens when the party ends?
the high, high rises,
the good, good friends?
see all the bottles, empty and broken
just like myself, the one i put hope in…
shall i sneak away, slink around?
put all the colors away for a year-
maybe two…
or should I Shout-Carry Out!
Do All I know I can do!!
yes ma’am-that’s me!
the New-How-Do-You-Do-Sue!!
