Gonna Marry My Career
Got no dough got no spouse
Gotta a money suckin' house
got a cat who's a louse
she can't even catch a mouse
I'm a writer and a rocker
got my feet on a dock where
I'm gonna try to hop on
a ship that ain't no prop
Need a deal that's for real
got some aim got some zeal
got some words got a feel
gotta back that's made of steel
Pour my pain when I share
doesn't matter if you care
gonna bleed gonna bare
fill some paper with despair
Got some flaws bent some laws
tried to fight a lost cause
got a prenup kind of clause
bound up here stuck in gauze
Gave some slack took some crap
cause my mind wouldn't wrap
'round a few handicaps
ain't no use gettin' jacked
Gonna marry my career
ain't no man quite as dear
seems they always wanna steer
but they ain't drivin' here
Gonna fly on my own
Gotta find my way back home
Lost some pieces 'long the way
but I'll find them all some day
Gonna leave this lousy life
tired of fightin' tired of strife
Movin' up along the road
leavin' all the heavy loads
Catch some stars hitch a ride
Gonna be a rhyming bride
~ © M.S.K. 2016 ~
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