January 9

January 9 nothing is fine

All are a bit down on their luck

everywhere over there across the sea

China and Russia continue to be a bully

ISIS and terrorists try to do their evil s**t

Rebels all over USA steal and destroy

So maybe God blew the Santa Ana winds at His own ploy

Burning away the Palisades

is it because of sin and shame

I dont judge

I too fall under the same category name

I gave love only to get back heartache

I work my butt off only for the boss to say its no good

We will give you till the end of the month to improve a lot

i feel by then I will be out of a job

Fire comes in different ways and a lot

Walgreens will close their stores in San Francisco

More unemployed needing the pay roll

i feel so dumb

I gave you love

and instead you chose her moved to stockton

and once in a blue moment you ask me if i am ok

no I am not I feel like dying today

i wish the flame burned me away and all this pain

I sit out in my tanktop feeling the winds so cold and nice

no one feels fine on January 9